They say that they are younger than me

And they harry up to say goodbye to me

They search for the traces of false prophesies

And I protect myself from longing with tears

I stay near a fragile wall

On which there are signs of ambiguous desire

 

Harry up to become something else

To adorn yourself with the leafs of deceit

Behind the hill of intuition

 

Stick with them and follow me

You would see me from behind the veil of ambiguity

Like a hunter plowing the tender shadows

At night, you watch the tears

Dripping over a guarded star

Locked behind the door of existence!