The leaves of the poplars
See how the yellow autumn paints
the leaves of the poplars.
So my heart moves while it rains,
your memory about my bones.
I had to come back to tell you,
what has been my life in this time,
of silence ...
My friend.
I could not undo the sun or the water,
and in my skin goes your fiery skin forges.
Now I only have what was lost,
what has already ended, what I still perceive.
Dog that has been lost on the road,
and it can no longer with its destiny.
Look, how the yellow autumn paints,
the leaves of the poplars.
So, my heart dies while it rains
your memory about my bones.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)