Loneliness
What dust it takes
Loneliness
Look, the house is yours
The telephone
And in my confusion
Her laughter
In life, those who lost their roof
In return they receive the stars
To rhyme until they drown
And from sob to sob I can't wait
The sun that rises on the bed
And lights up the sheet
Just calling you
Requesting
Solidity
What dust it takes
If she were born queen
If the world could bear it
The poor she would trample
And the rich she would humiliate
Thousands of wars would do
To delight
That's why I prefer
Sing alone
Solitude
What light dust
Solitude
Look, the house is yours
The phone rang, it was a mistake
Loneliness
What light dust
Loneliness
Look at the The house is yours
And in my mismatch
Discompass
Her laughter