When there is no compassion
Or even a gesture of help
What to think about life
And those we know we love?
Who think for yourself is free
And being free is a very serious thing
You can't close your eyes
No you can look back
Without learning anything
For the future
I ran to my hiding place and looked out the window
The sun It's just one but who knows
It's only two mornings
You don't need to come if you're not going to go stay
At least one night and three weeks
Nothing is easy, nothing is certain
Let's not do anything love something dishonest
I want to be prudent and always be correct
I want to be constant and always
Try to be sincere
And we want to escape
But we always don't know
Your gaze no longer tells stories
No fruit or flower sprouts
And not even the sky is beautiful and silvery
And what I was I am no longer
And I have nothing to remember
Sad thing is wanting well
A who doesn't know how to forgive
I think I'll always love you
It's just that I don't want you anymore
It's not a desire, nor is it © homesickness
Honestly, it's not even true
And I know why you ran away
But I can't understand