**
What brilliant things would they let us know?
Like our burden and the heartless eyes loaded with tears
Our hands fall excessively on our side ...
Be that as it may, we don't come
Spread the hush with a dismal mumble.
We leave our lives
Also, just in uncommon and lovely minutes,
Alarmed, debased, feminized, pause, look
The stream of the soul masses is a misleading time
Moving to talk, his mouth works
Such heraldry and apostasy,
From the fake blessings of the past,
Future tossed from the present,
From the past that never rests:
Like bats sticking to the darkened dividers of domains
In the spoiled core;
Or on the other hand like the crows, which channel and obscure
The air is as of now weakened,
They won't state their loathsome messages
However, resolutely dead oppose the test and the weight.
Or on the other hand what disaster is to get ready
Past examples are constantly accessible
Worried about our future past the present past.
In the event that exclusive the dead are back
What savage notices they would give us!**
