This house of mine has been demolished as soon as I tied it up.
On the way back to the path of the one who killed me,
I clung to him. This house of mine has been demolished.
I broke this shore as soon as I tied his shore,
I cried because he hit me in the chest. The one who shot the poison-filled arrow,
I give him a heart-filled song; When I get thorns, I give flowers to the wire,
I give the whole birth-mass, I walk around crying after doing what I have done.
The grave that is tied to my mother's chest, I hold her chest full of colorful flower wrappers.
The face in which he utters the word, I take his face, How many places to be,
how many keys that Annie's decorations are constantly making,
after weeping that she has killed.
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