Oh my crazy heart, the saddle of my housemates enemy
, my neighbor with my stranger, more destructive than my ruins,
so inside my house, or the place of my heart, or my place
, oh my heart, oh my heart, oh my heart, oh my heart, let the
curtain of blood become a curtain of blood, so that the curtain becomes different,
because the bird of truth drips blood from the melodies of my trachea,
oh my heart, oh my heart, oh my woe, oh my woe, maybe
a breeze will come. And it brought a smell from your garden
to flower in your air, the ashes of my feathers, the
heat of my heart, without talking to you, the color and smell of
nostalgia, a smile of yours like the buds of my head to toe, from me, except for
these things, and the manners and arrangements, do not ask me, I love that
shepherd, my hoho, my hey, I love that
shepherd
, my hoho, my hey, my hey, my love, my love, my hey, my love
