In the vague presence of the windows, I am in front of the brick walls, the bright sun is yours, tomorrow is yours , I have a gray night, in these constant worries, what do I have but wounded songs, when even you are a stranger to me, I put my head on the shoulders of the rain,
your name is sacred to me, until your breath fills my chest, believe me, only your belief can break the lock of the cage, I am a hair, I am a sky, I am a hair, I am a hair, I am a hair, I am a hair, I am a hair, I am The furnace of the inevitable path, O my flying oriental night star, and dont take away from me,
your name is sacred to me , until your breath fills your chest, believe me, only your belief can break the lock of the cage, I am me, that unsparing sky, I am the inevitable furnace, my flying oriental night star, and dont take it from me.
