You are the tall mountain that stretches from head to toe, you are proud of the strange and unpassing sun, you are the only support for my tiredness, you know what I am saying, you listen to my words,
with my eyes, in that proud mountain, you do not need with glory, the taste of rain, the smell of the sea, the color of a mountain in the same strange peak, the peaks cry in your heart, but your voicelessness is
like the peaks of fog. That nostalgic cloud of winter, I want to let my head rain on your shoulders, the drizzle of the rain,
in that high mountain that stretches from head to toe, pride, head to the strange and intransient sun, you are the only support for my fatigue, you know what I say, you listen to me.
