Walk away, I'm feeling something different

In the morning, it’s something instant

Excited or afraid, what's the difference

Days like this will be reminiscent

This time, there are no butterflies

I'm creeping out of my

Shell and I’m better tonight

People in front of my face

Are singing the

Songs that my friend and I made

Step away, I'm feeling something different

Looking back on all the times I've lived in

In Brazil, and I can't help but miss it

Memories they can't makе up the distance

This time, thеre are no butterflies

I'm creeping out of my

Shell and it's better this time

People in front of my face

Are singing the

Songs that my friend and I made