wheniwalkaround

When I walk around SohoI remember GamboaThere's a feeling, there's a beatThat hugs me like a boaWalking by the docksWhere Donga make the sambaIn the rhythm of the peopleFrom Angola from RuandaSuffering along in the wonderful dilemmaFalling in the trap of . . . 阅读详情

When something diesOr comes to lifeWhen water shines in yellow lightWhen something movesInside a treeI wish you saw things just like meWhen I walk aroundLost and foundAnd I feel my feet as they touch the groundAnd I'm happy just to be right thereI wish th . . . 阅读详情