Like the cold autumn wind, I was damned sad, not even the gardener understood... What a plague that befell me , my veins and roots turned black, my body dried up young, but this patient heart of mine laughed at the sadness of time, the
sky is drunk, madness, the sky is thirsty, the sky is thirsty, the sky is drunk, the sin of the sky, what is the blackness, if life is a torment, a bubble on the water, I laugh at the cries, I say that it is all a dream,
like the cold wind of autumn, the sadness of the damn hit me, even the gardener did not understand... What a plague you have inflicted on me, the
sky in the death of love and in my cells, you wrote this bitter sad letter that you wrote from head to toe, I hate the moment of breaking, if I am close, if I am far away , I hate your pity... That I myself am a stone of patience
, the sky broke before me, I will stay with my feet, take me from my body, I will stay in my songs , if life is a torment, a bubble on the water, I laugh at the cries, I say that this is all a dream
like the cold autumn wind, damn sadness hit me, even the gardener did not understand... What a plague has befallen me, the
sky is broken, I will stay at my feet, take me from my body... I stay in my songs!
