Who knows why, but sparrows were flying now,
they flew free, breaking the night,
as does a sword,
with the throat, the throat of the enemy,
as the traitor does, in the heart of his friend.
How does he who bleeds, who feels pain,
can not let off steam, except with love,
so let him vent, you must love it,
and you will only get what you get.
You get luck, you get a person,
a very good person,
maybe not perfect, indeed, full of flaws,
but aren't defects making us perfect?
A loyal person, who will follow you to the end,
will light you up every night, many lights,
who will love you forever
as does the wolf.
It will follow you like a shadow,
and therefore trust,
of those who desperately seek love,
how the albatross looks for the material for its nest,
because they are my fingers,
crawling on the parchment,
that speak to you, and now they barely move,
Who think for themselves,
believing, alone, only in love,
and we are still here, full of hope,
still capable of creating an alliance.
We're still together after all we've been through
after what we have suffered, thought,
they were still without lies, without crimes,
the times you can't trust end one day
but always, however, trust those who seek you for who you are,
not what you have been.