Nothing of that you to speak go to change
My skill to think
To understand
And to accept

I i live fo to feel
I do not feel for to live
The times i forget
That my end goes to arrive
As of everybody also
I am alone, botando my thoughts in day
And desire more still

I find that i died and had forgotten to embed me
I am only one lost spirit for groan
I can be far
But my end is close

Arrives at the table and i say farewell myself to my feelings
Of mine you doubt
And to place of my sufferings
To place my thoughts in day
And my end waits me
Tries to change me
Does not go to obtain
To be who is not
And to have what i do not have
Scarce feelings
That if they blow up in the horizon
Why my end arrives
And i do not wait nothing

It tries to change
Tries me to resurrect me
That my end already goes to arrive