Dawn of the Maya - The spirit of Frida Kahlo

So why am I feeling bad again? But now I feel OK, that´s my time... Frida (x3) come with me. Feel my soul, this is the end? Never growing... (I) rather be in your eyes again, Clever knowing... this could be your end, into the darkness. Now, not alone. Feet for, for what I want you? If I have wings to fly? Feet for, for what I want you? If I have wings, wings to fly? Feel my torch, for you and me, Razors tearing... (I) rather be in your arms again Clever knowing... this could be your end, into the darkness. I´ll follow you Stand up against my race, think it, you need to complain, so stand up against my race, lift me up. Stand up against my race, now again, stand up, against my race