I stay away from
I stay away from sadness and nostalgia
And what a hidden secret your heart hides
Does it erase the passage of time and years?
Scent of blossom, the sweet and precious fragrance
And fragrant with basil, jasmine and jasmine
And what the flowers of myrtle and eagles spread
No, I have not and will never be anything but a hostage to the promise
Here I am, a prisoner and a prisoner of memories
I will never be another sad Job
I will wait for the meeting, even if it takes place later
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