I am the last in this desert,
in the shrine of the sun, the medicine is dying,
my body, whether it is only my lips or the thirst in my heart, as if it is
a wound, a wound, a desolation
, I am a relic of the blue days, for my purity, the
legacy of the blood in my veins, the veins of my soil,
the legacy of the rest whose fate was to be destroyed
, the share of the bird was to feather, it was feathering,
you who have the color of your eyes the same color
, your name is a new name, a poem,
I will wait, maybe you will come
to help me. You have to come
, I wait, maybe you will come,
at the time of the reappearance, come
with me, come with you, the smell of rain,
dont let me die in this desert, dont let me die in this desert,
I will wait, maybe you will come
, at the time of the reappearance, I must come, I have to come
, I am the memory of the blue days, for my purity, the
legacy of the blood in the veins of my soil, the
veins of the earth, the legacy of the remainder, whose fate was to be destroyed
, the share of the bird was to feather, it was feathering,
you who have the same color as your eyes
, your name is a name. Just a poem
, Im waiting, maybe youre coming, Im going to have to come, Im
waiting, maybe youre coming, Im waiting, maybe youre coming,
Im wait
