My heart is like your heart, my eyes are like the sea of rain, the anemone is like death, the heart is broken, but it is easy to close the
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 flower anemone, always in love with anemones, oh flower anemone, always in love with
anemones, here I am very strange, because here no one falls in love, the heavy lock of silence is the lips of the storyteller. There was always
anemone, you were your last lover, you were a man, and after you, you fell in love with the man, you took the end of the mirage, love and regret to the bottom of the greenhouses, no one,
anemone, oh, flower anemone, always in love, we
ran and ran and ran to the nights full of stories , our fate tied our fate, but we finally broke up,
the anemone was your place in the plain of God, not in the flower pot, not in the stories Now all that is left
of you is that Salar is all the love of
the anemone, oh the anemone, the flower is always in love, the anemone, the anemone, the flower is always in love.
