The time falls onto my coat yellow
His dry letter, my step scrub my body
His blanket, the thrust of a thousand knives my body
Dragging my pain, so much I did not do everything
I forgot to drive a head for the devil
What I did not do it for?!
If I could have tried to understand it the hatred
His source a thousand knife thrusts my body
I did not love everybody
Whose hatred was acting. Why?
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