I came again on the way of travel, once again, flowers have bloomed in your house, again the greenhouse of the heart is filled with the smell of you and your pain , this house is fresh, fresh and quiet, it fills your shoulders with the wind of enthusiasm, the eyes of God are watching you
again tonight, this crazy heart, on the roof and on the head, sadness has come to the door behind the open door, the remembrance of you and your remoteness, it burns my soul. Im leaving, but my heart is full in my chest and I am crying out again, this homeless woman, this open-hearted ruin, tonight, this crazy person is in pain, on the roof and on the head.
