A keresés eredménye

Parallélisme (Parallelism)

Outside the window, a pyramid roof
As hands ball up just like a cat
As that child remains asleep in his heart
Placing bricks on your head, going for a walk
When you go one by one, greeting a line of Indians
Night will come
The affairs of the world are everyone's illusions
Hurrying by, you rush by
In time, god will confer me
Only in the manner of the soul
That child open heartily offers a prayer
On delicately honeybee hued shoulders
The coronet grazed by the vestiges
of that young boy's day echoes, Sunday
Nobody will retain the memory like this
After a bit of protest, it will be farewell