I cried and said to you , "Listen, you are my voice from the whispering of my instrument, from my mood on that night without tomorrow, you fell at my feet until you saw the truth in my mood, O simpler than the dew of an anemone petal, your pain is like a sad story of love, you are drunk every night, you are drunk and an excuse for hatred left by the poetry and song, this warmth of my song, or the whisper of my own hand." I am not saved from grief, as if there is no soul and no body without you, I said to you with tears, listen to my voice from my whispering, from my mood on that night without tomorrow, you fell at my feet to see the truth in my mood,
now that I am crying in the hand of time , my cousin is crying from the pain of the night, my tears are my lover, from the pain of the inner to the world of love. A mirage and a deception of the world to God will never stay like this, my cry and my heart will be filled with love and madness until this crazy heart burns in my gaze, I love my love, whether you like it or not,
I cried and said to you , listen, you are my voice from my whispering, from my mood on that night without tomorrow, you fell at my feet until you saw the truth in my mood, O simpler than the dew of an anemone petal.O your pain, like the sad story of love, O night, every night you are drunk and you are an excuse for hatred, you have left me from poetry and songs, this warmth of my song or my whispering instrument is not my own hand, it is not my own hand to save me from grief , it is as if without you there is a soul and there is no body , I cried and said to you, listen to me, you are my voice from the whispering of my instrument, from my mood on that night without tomorrow, you fell at my feet until You saw the truth in my mood
