Man fills a wide glass
although it does not fit the weight of its extra grace
and he gives for the death of his April.
Then you go up to an impregnable site
and sing a song a song that sounds nice
while inside curses again.
Man denies his rich land,
He is his own enemy in this new war:
the man saw his face succumb.
Let the house of history open up well,
that the throne of glory be reviewed,
because a faceless man is going to die.
Oh? what a sensation,
not have a face and contemplate the world.
with such deep eyes,
as with the eyes of the sun guardian.
Oh? what a sensation,
not have a face when facing death,
run double luck
of trackers and persecuted,
having both star hidden.
How many million faces will you not have?
who gives us? the clarity.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)