Luis Curinga - Child

We can believe its a little woman
To be my heir
Owner of the future, fruit of the pas
Now they want to take you away

Sweet flight, sweet flight
Child you've been sentenced to death
Before you birthy, on that night
Your flame still burns, I feel the ligh I can see
Through the eyes of my love
I could see you smile

Where can I see you?
When can I see you?
Where can I see you, together?
When can I see you, together