������And I moaned like a moaned flowerLike the breeze falling from the hillsLike those who lose their plum and say it's youLike a ox in the middle of the crowdLike a ox in the middle of the crowdLike a ox in the middle of the crowdLike a ox in the middle of the crowdLike a ox in the middle of the crowdLike a ox in the middle of the crowdI crossed streets, roads and pathsLike a car running in the opposite directionI heard the singing of the mouth in the whispersI made a crazy, absurd songThe nocturnal lament of the vulturesLike a cat moaning in the barnSolidarity
