Lately, I have been walking on the ground, like in the sky
And once again, I turn to you, yet you are no longer here
Ash, cruelty, delirium, premonition of troubles
A little boy. I want to use the toilet. How old am I?
Lately, I have been insensitive, similar to a log
My tribes has vanquished me during these times
And I'm wandering on the hillsides like a gloomy monk
Its your fear that makes me assure and take a step.
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