O God, I have nothing to do but the wound of all my work is from the stranger and the one who patchs Jo I was eating and dying
I didnt get a vigilance I didnt suffer I was not alert Body I listen up, God What a torment was born
I didnt get a vigilance I didnt suffer my suffering The great sadness Tile I didnt get a vigilance I do not know why every flower can be seen in front of me
I didnt get alert I didnt suffer The greatness of the grief I didnt get the vigilance The Gradual Death to me Pam
I couldnt get a vigilance I didnt suffer the suffering The greatness of the sadness I didnt get the consciousness.