Where is "him" when I leave,
All life is far away.
Where is "him," I love his voice manly.
Without it, "he" is nothing.
"He" is larger, has seen his navy blue sweater.
The water in his eyes is blue,
As blue seas of China.
"He is mysterious, in his stratosphere.
Among them, I want them to the two.
I have a weight on the heart,
A thorn in the chest.
Without having taken the decision, you or him.
The windows are made of wood,
And what hurts more,
It mixes inside me, you or him.
What is "it"? When there is nobody,
The whole city was deserted.
You and he, a man of the two halves.
Without them, I am nothing.
"He is strong, I was angry when river,
When you have no reason,
Then what I love most. He says:
That is love,
Like water, which loves the wave.
I, without the two, I have a wave in the soul.
I have a weight on the heart,
Tears of ink,
I point the finger, you or him.
Finding me in the background, figures for children.
But the wooden horses are away.