I am like the wind that runs
Around this world
It goes among many pleasures
But none of them belong to it
I am like a bird in a cage
A prisoner engulfed in your love
Although the cage may be of gold
That does nott stop it being a prison
Speak to me mountains and valleys
Scream to me stones of the countryside
When you have seen in your life anyone
Love as I am loving
Cry as I am crying
Die as I am dying
Sometimes I feel like a sun
And the world means nothing to me
Later I wake up and laugh at myself
I am much less than nothing
Finally I am in this world
Like a feather in the air
Without a direction in life
And for all this you are to blame.