Wild Child
Victor Augusto Viana
I, don’t have any desire
And never been on fire
To see how burn and die
The ache inside my mind
To be in that old fine
Condition of mine
When I was just a child
Running loose and wild
Wild, Wild
Wild, Wild
Thanks, that I can be someone
To see what I become
Way much more beyond
All the pain inside my bones
To be in that old fine
Condition of mine
When I was just a child
Running loose and wild
Wild, Wild
Wild, Wild
Now, and then before I left
My dreams a way to rest
And turns into dust
I need a way and must
To be in that old fine
Condition of mine
When I was just a child
Running loose and wild
Wild, Wild
Wild, Wild
Wild, Wild
Wild