There were days of happiness

There were days of happiness.
Gradually destroying everything.
Gradually destroying our happiness empty.
Gradually the days turn into lies.
Slowly destroying the heart.

There were days when we went.
Gradually we stop mourn.
Gradually we were not sad.
Slowly, over the sea and the stars we understood the loneliness.
Gradually we began to smile and play guitar again.

There were days when we were on a boat, we smoked and we flew
There were days that made us mourn landscapes.
There were days when we wanted to see us, and no matter travel routes, or thousands of miles just to see us.
There was a day when the world embraced us and began again.

The solitude was happy now.
Some days passed, passed and passed ...
There were days when we laughed and we painted dream.
There was a day when we got on a roller coaster and scream

There was one morning not feeling well and was sad happiness.
One morning he did not want to be happy. I just wanted to think.
The guitar sound stopped again.

There were days when the sun became black.
The money was a liability.
In that dreams have a price.
The freedom of the heart had a cost.

There were days when he could no longer be free.

There was a day that gave us a lesson of responsibility.
Where lives collided with reality, and love went into another lifestyle.

There were days when the road was dark.
Money has become a shit.

But there have been thousands of days on which the words good or bad have given birth to darkness.

They give you a light sleeper.
And the guitar always sounds again ..