One day, you and I, my dear, we were like pigeons together , in the bed of the feathers, with the birds singing well, sometimes to the mountains and sometimes to the desert in flight, we saw the effect of life in each others eyes, as we reached the night, we slept together until the breeze blew, the nest was shaking, we were our souls, we were pulling feathers on each other , now we are turning away from each other, not me. No, we dont know , because we got to know each other, we broke up the next day, whoever loved me, I will burn his heart, I will burn his heart, we are separated from his lover, now we are separated. No, not him, we dont know what happened when you got to know each other. You separated another day.
