A wall, a wall, a wall, a wall that has nothing behind it , because wearing the wall does not come to the eyebrows, the sun is out of them, a bird, a bird that is tired of flying, its
hand is tied to its wing, it does not come anymore, it does not even remember that tomorrow was a day when the sun was on its back, the sun of an
old fig tree that was in the garden, all the children of Marv could see
. A fame is a fame, a fame, a song that has become in my chest, a warehouse of tears dripping on the guitar, who will end up with this, this is a marsh, a marsh, a marsh
in the body of oblivion, the lamp that goes to be extinguished, do not turn the flame in vain, one
day there was a house on its back, the sun was an old fig tree that was in the garden, all childhood. He could see that there was
a wall, a wall that had nothing behind it, because wearing a wall and a shadow would not come out of them, the sun would come out of them, a bird that was tired of its flight, the pillow of yesterdays hand, it would not even come to remember tomorrow.
