Treasure Island

Carlos Aragao

(10-17-1959 / Brazil)

Passing By


Seasons passing by
In a way that I can't see.
I am at terminal despair...
My train is about to flee.

Please let me be
My soul is bleeding inside me.


Take the rain away
Just let me get in that train

Don't hold my hand
Don't hold my soul
I need just go away...

Please let me be
My soul is bleeding inside me.


You choose the road,
You are inside that train,
Don't hold my hand
Don't hold my soul.

Please, please let me be...
My soul is bleeding inside me.

Just don't let me die
My soul is asking for more
I can't be someone
Just passing by

Just let me go
Let me be
My soul is bleeding inside me.

Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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