[Rogér Fakhr with Bruna Maria]
I can see it in her eyes when she's crying it away
There would be no compromise, it could darken up the day

She rides upon the horse in white
Floating on what she felt
Then turns into a butterfly (Like every day, she melts)

I can feel it through the nights that she tries to turn to days
You can be a passerby but you're dead once you're away

It seems so hard to sing a song to overcome the height
Will any times passing along her give away some light?