When you are not, I dont read the air Because the swallows are not the only excitement of your flight When you are not, I dont read the air You are no longer a poem with you
with you, my pseudo -Mons my companion and my companion Tomorrows Tomorrow I Sad and lonely silent like my own
When you are not my air is not my air To read under the rain is no longer love to my head
O you to fly The passionate song of every instrument you motivate every poem I am the most song Sad Plain of Sadness
When you are not my air is not my air because the swallows are not the only passion for flying
