I carry a frail body with no hope, nor a shadow that is remembered Together with the empty space I always stop by I sing even without rhythm Only rows of sya'ir are motif Not about you anymore I tell stories Just a row of pent-up resent Not because of overflowing affection I sing Only a roll of vengeance about your betrayation The water I hate you, as hard as the waves crashing my vengeful rocks The eyes of the forest king ready to pounce You have changed the situation, and you must pay it Happy birthday shadow
