Behind this fence, thistle wires Frames wall free hearts do not fit in the Zandon
Separate punishment when the world is guilty The world is sleeping Do not fit in your life
You and I have been accused for you Light in the Zandon do not fit
The love of the vortex was a mirage, the liberation was a mirage The execution of the songs The Sea Songs do not fit a new poem, a new day The first defendant, the second defendant, the second row you I and I for you
