gosto de ouro...

"When I was a young girl trying to find my way above the treetops, the treetops, the treetops...
I did not care, I did not care what they called me, what they called me...Ah...
I'll float above the ocean, the sun above is burning my head
I will grow wings and fly everywhere...
Butter warm clouds are dripping into my mouth... Tasting of golden..."

{Treetops - Eisley}