up from bed,
descend tired body and soul,
withered and wasted.
The sun does not reveal the light,
faces of love looks like the face of the criminal,
evil and ignorance.
Justice for whom? Affection is wasted!
Dry river,
tears smarting,
noiseless weeping!
Let's conscience told him,
Do not raise your voice daggers until stuttering tongue,
let this foot escape,
removing abasement exhausting!
Suicide is not right?
But the ice is killing thousands of times,
a thousand times life and death,
a thousand times more and I do not know who is.
The faces of love,
standing on the bedside lonely,
Dry and resignation,
pale and desperate.
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