If I am not a story, I would like to be the stone of my patience with you the neighbor of the sun without you, with the neighbor of the sun without you, the cold soil I am full of silence I have no knowledge of you I am talking to you as if I have no God I heard I do not hear the smell of sadness from the door and the wall I have no silence but you are not familiar with you I am talking about God as if I have no god I am talking like I dont have God
I know my eyes The place of coercion at least you told me So why I am ahead or sing for you like a tulip I dont have the silence of my pain except you I am talking like God I have no God O my flower My life in my youth , you have endured your
, and I have been to the years but how much the last tolerance is but remembering the treaty
I know the color of your eyes I read all your words Reconciliation At least you told me then why I am ahead or sing for you like tulip I am full of silence but I have no familiar to you I am talking about God as if I have no god I dont say God.
