I asked the desert to watch out for flowers
Let it rain so that it becomes a little bit of color and color on the mud
I gave my throat to love, spring and the smell of rain
withered because here, the summer is not over.
The fierce and cruel sun laughed at its kindness
He ran and it was a mirage, his youth was over
This unloving soil did not allow it to take root
The desert was an enemy of flowers, he made him die
It was full of loneliness, no one missed it
Except for no one, no one accompanied his pain
It was easy to break, easy with a gesture
Gols wish was to rain a little
The fierce and cruel sun laughed at its kindness
