My heart is like your heart, my eyes are like a
sea of rain, anemones
are like death, heartbreak,
but it is easy to close my heart,
anemone, my pain is not one or two
, because my pain is not from strangers,
no one has dried up my blood in his hand,
which is not even a breath separate from me
, anemone, oh, anemone, flower, always in love
with anemones, here I am very strange
, because here no one will fall in love
, the mourning of love, its sorrow, the material of the mountain,
my heart is made of glass.
The anemone was your last lover,
you were a man, and after you, you fell in love, the
man took you to the bottom of the mirage, love and regret to the
bottom of the greenhouses
without anyone, the anemone, oh the anemone, the flower was always in love, we ran and ran and ran, we
reached the
nights full of stories, our
fate was tied,
but we finally broke up,
the anemone was your place, it was the plain of God,
not in the flower, not in the stories,
now all that is left of you is this.
That Salar is the end of the love of
the anemone, oh the anemone, the flower is always in love.
