I have a cat, whose play never ends, whose job is always spring
I have a ship, whose smoke has died away, seagulls behind her
I have a road, the ones that goes does not come back, the one is left behind burns
I have a place, that does not have an adress, forever
I have an instrument, that I never play, that lies in a corner
I have a pain, no medicine will work, burns me
I have an eye, that noone wipes, that (tears) run all the time
I have a door, that does not have anyone to open, that rings nonstop
The words, will not come back, the glances will never come back.
The birds will not fly back, the loves will not be put back.