Sensation of oppression And slowness floods my chest Dark solitude settles on me As veil of widow Leaving in my interior what had to flow As flows the water in a river, And flows the blood in my veins
While rain is falling in the morning I visit your dwelling knowing that on this day You’ll fall asleep for last time
You don’t know what really happens But you see me like saying goodbye And requesting aid to end your agony While you choose your dying complaint
Everything in nature must follow it’s course
All your suffering, and agony You left it when you took off And it was fused with mine