My teenage dad is scared.
Beats her ..
Drums of panic and danger ..
Resist it ..
Resists foam bays
Curse the boldness of the rain ..
Resists without success ..
The passage of the sap in the cast
My father hurts ..
If the summer winds came from my hair
If he sees my nihadi
Rise in the ..
They are washed like children.
Under the moon ..
So my sins and guilt
They are my two .. They are my destiny ..
The sky of my city is raining
And myself like it .. It rained
And my history with me. Baby
Skinny face, do not see
I'm sad Gray
Such a desolate street
I'm a bit of a bird ..
Do not give .. nor bear fruit
My life is compounded
Crash before sailing ..
And my days are repeated
Like the tedious hour sound
And how my femininity died
I did not think
So summer is not summer
And no flower I am blooming
I do not care
Myself - after - what was destroyed
The rot around me ..
Or values that I denied
My whole life is futile
There is no bread .. I live for him ..
And not informant
No one .. I live ..
No, nothing.