And ours finish words soon had been consumed As who atheistic fire to letters badly written And ours you finish words soon had been destroyed As who tears tickets of somebody that you don't love Our flame was soon extinguished As who say good bye to an enemy our possibility was wasted As who writes a rejection to somebody you hate Some remaining portion of compassion in the hearts And I write you without love a none I wash the dry mud of the tennis And the young woman asks which the mark of my shirt The teacher question me what happens with my writing The doctor says of the same subject The young woman says to me lacks meat in the hamburguer Why do you not forget me!