Help me, help me, dont let me stay here until I rot, help me, dont let me kiss the lips of death here, help me, love curses recklessness, it wants fish, the old spring, the fresh sea air,
my heart is the sea, the fountain is alive, for me, the drips of water are an elegy for me, I am in my knees, instead of the blood of the poem of redness, I dont want to stay, I am dead,
I love like a traveler, I love to reach the end .I love the strange smell of migration in the strange dawn of the roads, I am full of the temptations to go and arrive and be refreshed in a cold gray dawn, the metamorphosis of a famous love,
help me, help me, dont let this lost person die , help me, help me, my lethargy, the flame wants to help me, help me, you and I have to reach tomorrow , the little spring for us, we have to go to the sea. Lets get to
it, our heart is the sea, the fountain of life, and the example of the drips of water is the elegy of our blood, we are in our veins, the poem of redness is gone, help me that it is time to go.
