I am silent in silence,
Don't want to sing
What to do: There is so much that doesn't want to hide
But don't want to tell now
Okay, I will go somewhere
But don't want to go anywhere now, don't want to go
What do you,
If I give this song of mine
To that tigress
Who comes every night
Turns around,
And I smell me sleeping,
Sleep in which I see dreams,
In which all emerge their own
Heating in kilns of deaths,
Extinguished in the flow of tragedy rivers
I get the words bathed in the fire,
And how can i believe this,
That you are the bride, the princess,
If I don't recognize it first
That is the same tigress,
That I am the same child
