I dont get to you, what do you yourself say in heaven
, there are no words, you wrote it all,
I am earthy in my earth, you are the pinnacle
of heaven to bar, you tell stories, you are very kind,
the roses in the garden, the blue flowers of the flowers
are always by your side, the springs become a guest
of the seas, the tears of your eyes, the gardens, the fragrance of your hair,
I tell the desert what you have, he says. The warmth of your voice
, your sadness, the yolk like a leaf, which the autumn went and left like a
lover whose lover touched the skirt of his God,
your eyes like a star, the one that restless,
like that bright meteor, which does not have a calm breath
to you, I will not reach you, what can you say to heaven itself
, there are no words, you wrote it all,
I am earthy on earth, you are the pinnacle of the heavens
. Barry, you tell the story, you are very kind,
the roses in the garden, the blue flowers of the flowers
are always by your side, the springs become a guest of the
seas, the tears of your eyes, the gardens, the fragrance of your hair,
I tell the desert what you have, it says the warmth of your voice
, your sadness, the yolk like a leaf, which fell and left
like a lover whose lover, touched the skirt of his god,
your eyes are like stars, the same which is
restless like that bright meteor, which does not have a calm breath
