In the fever of regret
I have a sense of self
I walked my archery and went my way
I came to jump in the style of the beach
Among the sea wave
I became a fish bait
In the fever of regret
I have a sense of self
I walked my archery and went my way
I came to jump in the style of the beach.
Among the sea wave
I became a fish bait
I wanted a deer
Was not the ahead of the plain
I wanted to come back
The way back was not
I wanted to be in the city of Gol
My wife
The flower is overwhelmed but
Was not between a patrol of the flower
I wanted to be like swallow
Return from the journey
La to the tight nail branches Balm broken
I wanted to prove my hard head to everyone
The hero
Defeat the sky
I wanted to share my lonely with someone
Between the lovers of one with the Safa was not found
I wanted my scream to fill the heavens
I was not found in my shouting.
In the fever of regret
I have a sense of self
I walked my archery and went my way
I came to jump in the style of the beach.
Among the sea wave
I became a fish bait
