I became the murderer of someone whose crime was love
I became the murderer of the person whose love you understood
Afraid of being alone, of any loneliness
I became the murderer of the one whose love he believed
He gave his whole life and his only share of pain
His world, his dream, with his simplicity
I killed him, he is the pure and simple light of heart.
The One Who Speaks of Love
The one who bleed my heart
I killed the one whose only share is worry.
From Insiders and from Anyone
His mood is painful.
Everybody did good and saw bad.
