Because the swallows are sitting on the couch, sitting on the couch, jumping from the ashes, with the feather closed, with the feather closed , the luggage is not closed, everyone is wandering, all the heart is tired, why why does God take the hand of fate, where does God take us to the hand of fate, where does God take us
, O God, the only sorrow that stays with me , the sadness of my pain knows well, the only sorrow that stays with me, the sadness of my pain knows well , kind, all this oppression, sorrow and sorrow of my heart. Burnt to blood, not bloody, to bloodless, there is no trace of my city, my home, there is no trace of my home, the ruins of the worlds nests, the world is all colorful, it is all colorful, it is all colorful, it is colorful, for the
