This cry of mine doesn't fit in my heart
It burns on the inside and rolls on the face
It wets on the outside and ruins the disguise
It washes off this heart
This cry of mine is so painful
It leaves me speechless, it covers my ears
It wounds my eyes with ground waste glass
It bleeds off this heart
This cry of mine is the water's cry
That washes the tiles, that rolls on the gutters
That drips out from the spouts and flows into us
That drowns this heart.
