If I am a neighbor of death If my autumn from the leaves to the leaves If I am the most tired of your pain If I am home from you If I am in your migration, if I was in the migration of you If I reach you, I will burn you I will be proud of you I am the only man You I am alive and you die from you I want you, O my pain I will grate you, my proud man
I without you the night of the night I cry without you crying out Death to me, killing me.
