Where will the sun gone?
Where do you go to tread, this time?
On tile that mourn, to vomit,
what you once said?
Why can no longer fly?
(he has grasped the feet)
someday, is going to drop
And then going to crash!
against what they should be ...
It will be because they do not want to share it with fear ..
It will be today, given her, does not want to shoot again
And to burst!
until it is not, nor a party ..
I said yesterday
no longer wants to steal and give you less ...
Where the hell is he?
(lurks inside your skin)
Yours, without the reason behind his heart,
a little honey ..
Is to ask for more
(the bubble blinded his thirst)
and with a touch of pity, look inside your age
like leaving again.