There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy,
who liked singing blues to the fullest moon, and jazz to the brightest stars.
He used to sleep all day and sing all night.
Blues to the fullest moon, and jazz to the brightest stars;
"as long as the darkness lasts.
How could I, otherwise, make it trough the dark? How could I, otherwise, sing with that much heart?", wondered the little boy who happened to be the prince of the land.
"But what would it be like singing to the birds, in the other hand? What would it be like singing to the sun?" One night the little prince also wondered that.
And from that night on, nothing was the same again.
Not his crown of love. Neither his elastic heart.
A new world was waiting for him, a new friend.
No more dreaming by day, no more dancing in the dark.