I always hide in the depths of dreams and the seasons, hear the flowers and sing all night nightmare, sing all busy, singing off all memory of the antecedents, to experience the taste of Cereals, let my legs are flocking to the secular from ruin.
Shortage I walk away, picked up the side of the road in the morning, I walked to see distant sun, feet of silt, front of the thorns, let me not want to set foot in front of the,, I think it is so slowly die, I want to flinch from doing a nobody in the edge of the city of the mighty, side of loneliness drowned the power of my youth, one thousand birds flying across the sky, their eyes with tears dripping in my silent heart, looked at the sky beautiful clouds, take a look at sea rolling waves, I don't really want to let life muddy fire devoid of my life in the last light.
