Breathe, O cypress of the grass, sit with me in the words of the tail, in the preamble of the heart, it was the sheet of my sorrow, this heart was the glass of my soul, do not break it , do not make it black, do not make it black,
your memory has become my companion, your memory is my companion, there is no one who has my sorrow, no one has taken my way, God
in my world, in my world,
do not think for a moment, your imagination is my surprise, do not think of your imagination for a moment, I am not surprised by your imagination. I sit down, God knows the silence, and my heart is my heart, my heart
is not in you, my day, my night, my lips are not on me, O dawn wind, the news of my swing and fever, the news of my fever and fever, my
breath, O cedar of the grass, sit with me in the words of my breath, sing with me in the preamble of the heart, the leaf of my sorrow, this heart is the glass of my soul , do not do it, do not do it, do not do it, do not do it.
