A Mon Age

I put t-shirts in suitcases
And colorful desires
I hide sometimes
I disguise myself

In the words that I found
It's not always easy to answer
To the questions asked

I walk the avenues of my city
Always looking up
There is this sweet smile that dresses me
On the notebook drawings

It's not always easy to run without tripping
I hesitate and I go
The cotton of my thoughts

At my age
We write I want on papers
We have smiles to fly away
At my age

At my age
The world is still to be invented
There are so many songs to sing
At my age

There are uncertain feelings
And voids to rush into
The sky is not always calm
Slightly agitated moods
It's not always easy to learn to look well
A few blinks

At my age
We write I want on papers
We have smiles to fly away
At my age

At my age
The world is still to be invented
There are so many songs to sing
At my age

At my age
I put t-shirts in suitcases
And colorful desires
At my age

We write I want on papers
We have smiles to fly away
At my age

At my age
The world is still to be invented
There are so many songs to sing
At my age

At my age
At my age
At my age