How are you my love?

How can you, my love, accept my tears

And the dawn is asleep waiting for me to rise and kneel?

How can you let down a soul that accepted to be broken

Instead of submitting to its tragedies?

How can you kill the love that was between us

By forgetting what was between my ribs?

How did you fly, O bird, and not wait for my return?

How can you color my sky, O fate

And you are in distress and do not know what is in my room?

How can you be cruel, O homeland

And humiliate me, O enemy, and be satisfied with extinguishing my candles?

How can you, O sadness, inhabit a soul that does not love you

And live in a box that is disgusted by the sight of you in my room?

How can you, O sadness, respond to my torment

And you alone know the secret of my hunger?

Rainy days have become a disaster for me

So can I find a place to revive the memories of my topic?

Have mercy on me and satisfy the hunger of a soul that loved me.

I didn't know how to feel and how my crowd felt?