What will be left if they take the flight from the bird, what will be left if they take the song from the instrument, what will be left of this tired voice of mine, the news of a world in ten days of the death of its owner has made my heart excused , my singing is just an excuse to know that I am alive, I have always broken the back of sadness with this excuse , this tired voice of mine has made the news of a world in ten days of the death of its owner excuse my heart , I read it only so that you know that I am alive.I always broke the back of sadness with this excuse , now that we dont build a broken cage, we shouldnt beat the coffin like before, its very hard to kill the pain, but with a closed tongue, is it possible to fly with broken feathers and wings , I dont know who is doing it here, lets not close the windows around the windows, let the light shine again.
