yesterday i saw my friend
she had passed
she was happy and she was sad
she has a lot of success
she is always in a good mood
but now she is a mess

cause almost everything
still leaving behind the rest
she can't controle it
someone stole it
and now she is a mess

My girl is like a tower
an eiffel a belém but still a flower
impetous and firm
none the less
she bound with the wind
and now she is a mess

and all i can do is give her my shoulder
with some glue try to hold her
and make her laugh

cause almost everything
still leaving behind the rest
she can't controle it
someone stole it
and now she is a mess