I turn to the mirror... I yell to myself , look at how humiliated he is... I turn to the mirror at the height of my height ... I break the mirror and yell at myself... Is it a mirror or is it me
... I and I are exhausted, we are tired of each other... ... We have become servants of the soil, the unclean soil, devoid of the meaning of man...
... The world was and is the same, humiliation of us and me... ... Otherwise, before the universe, the earth is like a cilet... ... The earth is not large and open, it is not a world of mystery... ... Everywhere I turn, the way to liberation is not open...
... I and I are exhausted, we are tired of each other... ... We have become servants of the soil, the unclean soil, devoid of the meaning of man...
... The world is smaller than we think. ... With just one big picture, we fill our eyes... ... What happened to our day, you and I were very few... ... How heavy autumn was, that we bent like a stalk...
... I and I are exhausted, we are tired of each other... ... We have become servants of the soil, the unclean soil, devoid of the meaning of man...
I turn to the mirror... I yell to myself , look at how humiliated he is... I turn to the mirror at the height of my height ... I break the mirror and yell at myself... Is it a mirror or is it me
