I climbed and climbed until I reached the freedom sky. I climbed and climbed until I reached the freedom sky.

Outside my old, rusty, window sill. Outside my old, rusty, window sill.

Isn’t a small word? Yes, maybe! But the deepness is damn high, A house is built with the mixin... Isn’t a small word? Yes, maybe! But the deepness is damn high, A house is ...

Houses of tomorrow, people call them. The city I live in changes every day. These houses are ... Houses of tomorrow, people call them. The city I live in changes every day. ...

She moves to her little kitchen, And turns on the stove. Just thinking about today's She moves to her little kitchen, And turns on the stove. Just thinking abo...

Now, nothing remains Except for the dilapidated house, with all the cousins Now, nothing remains Except for the dilapidated house, with all the cousins