My heart is like an anemones home My eyes of the Baruneh Sea Like dying like a heartburn but the ease of anemone My pain is not one or two My pain is not my aliens Someones dry blood I am not even a breath. I am strange I dont love here The mourning of my love of the mountain of the mountain My heart of my glass I was the last lover of you You man and after you the lover of the man You are the end of the mirage and love and regret Nights full of stories we arrived Tied our fate but we finally disappeared.
