He was saying I've been alone for centuries
Many soils from the khan of rocks
Wind or rain that bears witness
Maybe the swollen sea
Oh World, if we say the tunes of rape
Let's never talk about it again
What should we say today for the love of Mary
Although time is also burying motherhood in history
Will the information age, the age of knowledge, open the innocent curtain in the eyes of the children of truth
The bigots who think they are hiding under cruel veils
Is the manners of the reunion of the apocalypse so magician that they make you swallow the gold that glitters under the sun as a handful of dirt
I couldn't say all these without talking about them, no one will understand and no one will be on my side
Today, like other days, smells of meaninglessness and worthlessness
You know that this smell has no reunion while life goes on, a lie, a world, people and their generations pass by with sleepy eyes
A person must be saying if he is making tunes
While holding a wall, each one is a different city under it
A wall is worthless to a person Shouldn't we trust and lean on it? :)