Ser Essa Rua

I remember it like today... Me lying in my bed and my little mother singing this song for me to sleep on... I miss that time when the most important thing for me was to be with my parents...

If this street was mine, I would ask her to give up... I would like it to be at the end of every Saturday; there were no malicious parties. Every end of election; just union - I would like everyone to understand the heart of one of the others.

With pebbles of diamonds, for my love to pass, in this street on this street there is a forest called, and inside it lives an angel, who stole it who stole my heart-.. I will cry

my childhood 👁👄👁

linda

"On this street there is a forest, which is called"

This song gets crazy on my roll!