para o senhor, com carinho

Depois do dia turbulento, do choro contido, dos conselhos aceitos, que seja feito a minha vontade. É o meu caminho, minha trilha de tijolos amarelos e nela, eu me conduzo do jeito que eu quero, minhas decisões acatam a mim e ninguem mais, e é delas que eu aprendo o que é o certo ou o errado, ninguem vai me opor a nada, eis a musica que iluminou a minha cabeça, a musica que me mostrou, que tudo passa e que um dia eu vou olhar pra tras e vou dizer "sim, eu sinto falta".

Those school girl days  of telling tales and biting nails are gone, but in my mind  I know they will still live on and on, but how do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume. It isn't easy, but I'll try, if you wanted the sky I'd write across the sky in letters that would soar a thousand feet high: To Sir, with love, the time has come for closing books  and long last looks must end and as I leave, I know that I am leaving my best friend a friend who taught me right from wrong and weak from strong  that's a lot to learn. What can I give you in return? If you wanted the moon I'd try to make a start  but I would rather you let me give my heart: to Sir, with love