Traveler of the city, a strange sadness like myself, your face is full of sadness, you have a lot of sadness , you want to hurt and heartache, your heart is taken away from all the
strangers in your home, what happened to love, they say that he is crazy, what kind of child his words are, it is not the fault of people, it is not the fault of people, all this pain, there is no medicine , water, bread, and breath, where did you come in the cage
, you stayed at a crossroads, like all of us, and you beat your heart to the seas , you said: Its better to be strange for everyone , this is the last way in doubt
