I flew to freedom time ago
But you, excellent hunter,
You cut my flight and you make me prisoner
in my own dream.
I am in love of you,
from your voice exits my words
I love your words
even when it was true and lie.
live without you is more horrible than cancer,
is as horrible as to die without to be loved.
Live without you is as oppressive as the pain of a mother.
Without i exist but I don´t live.