Solum, a word usually I choose
Wondering what I want to
Thinking back when I had you at loose
Oh my good old self where you want to
Cold as ventum, hot as a volcano
I went there with no one at sight
When reached the destiny
Putaverantly I didn't had a clue
There I met you
Thinking of my own self
I chose to be with you
Oh my good old self this is where you want to
Now, I had you at my sight
I can do what I want to
This, what I might say when I have you
Oh my good old self this is where you want to
Now when the time comes to say vale
My good old self is making a list
For me to, let it prevail
It's time to say hello to you, my good old self