The mother of suffering and father -in -law
Tired of what came to life.
The most astonishing disaster of this
A useless remorse while falling
The most pleasant description of the leaf and wind landscape
Empty table and homework "Baba Bread"
I have one number none and of no pierce
Because I came to silence to get to someone.
I have a bitter poem, a courtyard of concern
Of the calamity of the letters do not take the
A useless remorse while falling
I am wondered to this headless scenery
Dont be disbelief, as if I hide from the eyes of God
O my dear I was in the ignorance
I wish I could go back to the same ignorance
I have one number none and of no pierce
Because I came to silence to get to someone.
I have a bitter poem, a courtyard of concern
Of the calamity of the letters do not take the
