For me, who are in my prison, how sad you are, O body of terror, you are
terrified, you have a dagger, I have the sorrow of freedom, I have the sorrow of attachment to you, you have given me the sadness of the successive breaks in this tumult of the people in this city, read the sleep, happy in the clutches of the night, but of the death of the night, why is the body alive and in love with death, why do you miss freedom,
you are trapped in a cage, break the cage, I hate the water and the water in the door. Blessed is our prison, even in a dry garden without rain
, in this tumult of the people in this city, sleep in the clutches of the night, but from the death of the night, in the rubble of the night, and the stab drips from my heart, when I see what snake is sleeping on the altar of happiness, I
am not afraid of forgiveness, which is now the head of the soul in this tumult of people in this city. Happy to sleep in the clutches of the night, but from the death of the night, if I am old, if I die, if I die, if I am disappointed with my family, I am proud of the happy enemy, I
have a lack of you to conquer my city, O cry in this tumult of the people in this city, cry out in this tumult of the people in this city, cry out Happy to sleep in the clutches of the night, but of the death of the night, in this tumult of the people in this city, cry out Happy to sleep in this city . They died at night , but they spoke of the death of the night.
