

How do you like my make-up?
Powerless yearning for beauty.

So what? I am old, but beautiful.

My scars are my medals.
Goodbye, collagen.

My father was a master at handling birchbark

And hot blood runs through my veins

Lord, oh Lord why did you forsake me?

How long have you been here?

Was it only black and white?
Peek into my soul.

You promised me a star in the sky

I dropped you off your pedestal

My days are filled with colour

Melodies are born from sorrow

Pumba
Greetings from outer space

Each generation wants to re-invent it

I thirst for you
Granny ́s garden
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A small piece of the sky
I was hit
My tricolor