Grasped to your arm

I go out the street grasped to your arm
And people stare with morbid
Looks filled with testifying thoughts
And like that are all my days

*When I go out grasped to your arm
They scream blue murder
They pray for the sin that live in their small town
They pray for the departure of the black witch
They threw me with words many times
But when I go out with you, they shut*

They prejudge me not even knowing me
Their minds can´t understand my heart
That saw in yours a refuge filled with love
Why I asked you so, we went out at night
And as always I walked grasped to your arm
Everybody show their heads to criticize

*Chorus

One night sitting beside the fireplace
Weaving a red tracksuit
You get near to me and kissed my fronthead
You got a strange look
Your eyes told me you would go away
And mine begging you crying to don´t do it
And you only repeat…
“People only see a girl with an old man at her side” (x2)