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I don't have a plank or waves to slide
every feeling that of my soul will jump.
I have the voice and if I the moon grabs me
for sure the notes are those of my guitar.
Music of the heart
No matter the style if it hits you from the front
Break your carapace
releasing all that you feel
Encouraging me to surf riding the air
I discovered marks in me of being Freestyler
melodies fall from heaven of night and day
sometimes truth is bigger than fantasy
I care for nothing if the music is already sounding good
Soft as a butterfly or strong as a train
Music of the heart
No matter the style if it hits you from the front
Break your carapace
releasing all that you feel
Encouraging me to surf riding the air
discovery marks on my being Freestyler
Encouraging me to surf cutting the air
I can see marks in me of being Freestyler!
Encouraging me to surf riding the air
discovery marks on my being Freestyler
Encouraging me to surf cutting the air
I can see marks on my being Freestyler!
Encouraging me to surf riding the air
I can see marks on my being Freestyler
Encouraging me to surf cutting the air
I could see marks on my being Freestyler!