Today my duty was to sing to the fatherland,
raise the flag, join the square.
Today was a rather optimistic moment,
a rebirth, a sun of conquest.
But you miss me so many days ago,
I want and I can not have joys.
I think of your hair that explodes on my pillow
and I am that I can not give another battle.
Today I had to sing in chorus
I hide during the day, I whisper this alone.
What I do so far giving reasons to this trick,
cruel, of the senses?
Your little mouth inside my kiss conquers,
he takes over, he does not touch recess.
Your body and my body singing sweats,
sounds, possessed, feverish tremors.
Today my duty was to sing to the fatherland,
raise the flag, join the square.
And I believe that, perhaps, I have finally achieved it by dreaming of your embrace,
flying by your side.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)