I am the one without hope,
the word without echoes,
He who lost everything,
and he who had everything.
Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing,
In my barren land you are the final rose.
the word without echoes,
He who lost everything,
and he who had everything.
Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing,
In my barren land you are the final rose.
