The one who reads in the alley of the night is a shadow of a shadow Maybe out of my heart, you are a disaster with the news I know that with his tired voice, my storyteller is my fellow When I sing, I feel like I I get an anemone on the wings of wishes, day and day, sympathetic and companionship We sit in the clouds, with the breeze in the Darm like that of that round house, how good to be a simple lover Break up the cage, but two shadows.
