The first wind blows and brings sorrow, head down, still sleepy, with the dust making a loop around her head. The first wind blows and brings sorrow >of an unpleasant spring
that changed its white suit
for the gray of the storm.
Sorrow, sorrow that leaves and returns,
as the sand carries and brings back
/>a wave that rages steals traces.
Pity, another's pain,
that stalks me
as if it were my own, as if new,
like a bird that, tired of traveling,
finally it stays.
Pana, fly pity
wherever you want,
break against the stones
or stay, stay still.
Pana, fly pity
wherever you want,
but far from the earth
where innocence lies dying
Sorrow, pain that kills, that burns,
Immense pain that poisons,
that it clouds your horizon
Although there is no longer fog.
Sorrow, enormous pain, eternal pain,
that hardens, that lacerates,
that converts the princess
in the oldest queen.
Sorrow, another's sorrow
that stalks me
as my own, as new,
like a bird that is tired of traveling
finally stay
Sorrow, fly sorrow
wherever you want.
Break against the stones
or stay, stay still.
Sorrow, fly sorrow
wherever you want,< br/>but far from the earth
where they have just buried innocence

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