The era is giving birth to a heart


I have asked my shadow
to see how I walk to reнrme,
while crying, with voice temple,
breaks in the room
watering time.

My Shadow says reнrse
It is to see the cries as my tears,
and I silent, desperate
and then listen:
the land cries.

The comment was was giving birth to a corazуn,
mбs can not die in pain
We have to rush and
because the future falls.
In any forest of the world,
on any street.

I leave the house and sillуn,
the mother lives until the sun dies,
and you have to burn the sky if necessary
to live.
For any man in the world,
for any home.