Bagdá
Milthinho
Baghdad
From the heart
That's my weakness
Having to stay
Away from royalty
That God created
And gave me as a gift
I'm needy
My body misses her so much
But if I stay too long
I'll get in touch
With the happiness
That stayed behind
From Baghdad when you said it won't work
To tie myself down, not even think about it
I stepped back, planned
To come here and tell you
That now I know that in chess
For the king to prosper
You have to rely on
The protection of your queen
