作词 : Claire Moreau
作曲 : Claire Moreau
21 and out of reach
Reading out loud the pages of a magazine
For girls, cause I am a girl

It’s getting hard to believe
That I deserve more than a faded dream
That’s locked and weak and lacks of air

Twenty first year, twenty first time I’m shy
For blowing my candle
I’m shy, in public

Covert overt, that’s the main deal
I’m wringing my hands while I talk dear
I am tossing, turning, twirling, toddling
Cover overt, that’s the main deal
I bet you think I’m calm and tidy
I’m volcanic

With the back of my hand I sketch a hundred people
In ink, while I thought I was lonely

I was a number on the list
In a generation of misfits
And things moved on and I left my gods

Oh alegría …