Empty hand, full heart, tired foot Cold bodies on the shoulder, full of pain in the pain
I and the wind will be on my way Were all in the path of sadness I and the wind will be on my way All in the way of sadness
We read our poetry in and in the plain our poetry poetry, our poems have passed I am a lifetime. We can travel Were both in the path of sadness
Believer, both of us The moment of our null, our story of migration goes to the sky of the flame of our shouting but it does not come back to us Know I and the wind will be a life of a traveler Were both in the path of sadness
The wind tired of Hol and Destination Breath of itself.
