��� She floats downstream,

�������� Leaves metamorphasize into madness

Her life into a blur of infinite sadness.

������� He stole her soul and ran.

������� She closed the door,

������������������� Tried to forget about the war

���������� On the other side

���� She tried to hide in the mouth

����������������������� Of the river of January

���������� To hide in her past

���������������������� And make love to memories.

�� Anything to escape the present