We are on the ground, as if we are sleeping, we have nightmares, we take turns, confused and aimless, to die, we have to go to the queue of days and nights, they pass like this, wherever they want, they take us, bright days, goodbye,
how long should we sit quietly, regret, cry, lets see, woman, the only man displaced from the homeland, your heart has become a hundred pieces , do something, think of the solution, think of this broken heart, all mourners. Hang in the man, the leader of adultery, in prison , do something, think of a solution, think of this broken heart.
