What can I say when the sun couldnt rain when When the wounded chicken on our walls of our blood is When the wall is not shaking his hand The heart of this pond is not frightened What can I say Life with so much sadness I dont want to In the cloudy heaven does not remain a star When the House House Home Click No one reads the poem of freedom What can I say Life does not grieve with all this Life with so much sadness I was not able to do it. I fled With no freedom, you should not be a good word Must be out of the world
