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The wind brings the news

that the new one arrives

The night shed a tear driven to despair

The fate does not belong to him anymore

He must take part in spectacle

the nature prepared

Life, it is nothing but a clean

Blotted nut and patient sheet

What a great responsibility

For this who holds the pen

Reminiscences of youth

Closed in the old photographs

Testimony of reality

Writing it down is a pure formality

I can see him sitting at the table

In manners and gestures he behaved so exquisite

I'll never forget the words he said

"The world you brought to life I often visit"

The darkness canic

Scenes before my eyes

Now I know where the truth lies...

I close my eyes I can feel no pain

The sound of blast echoes in my head

His face with a worried frown

I can see myself lying on the ground

Life, it is nothing but a clean

Blotted nut and patient sheet

What a great responsibility

For this who holds the pen

Reminiscences of youth

Closed in the old photographs

Testimony of reality

Writing it down is a pure formality