On the whiteness of the sand
In the noises of the sea foam..
There are dreams fall down..
But there is, no one to bury her..!
,
Ah, O shores, that germinate..
Death like mushrooms..,
Why you just germinate (in my mouth)
A bitter taste..? !
,
Ah.. If you, just fall like a rain..
On my heart, who never calm down..!
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