El Polen

It can't be very charming to be pollen and be able to fly,
no one knows that with my singing life is spent in regret,
and the fire keeps burning and I become heat,
the day is coming to an end and with it, I lay down,
and the pollen entered the water and it all swallowed,
no one said anything, its stomach dissolved it,
and slow and silent the months seem,
it seems like there's something following my future.

And I fell into an orchid and stretched from the stem,
today the sky envied me because I surpassed it,
and my scattered fruits in the cups slowly,
fall with thick tones losing their youth,
and slow and silent the years seem,
the more I regret, the more I need the future.
This is the continuation of 'the river', with which Sajid relieved us,
it connects with the chord of doubts: havac@starmedia.com
THE LOWS GO IN DESCENDING FOURTHS,
this means on the same fret one string up,

It can't be very charming to be pollen and be able to fly,
no one knows that with my singing life is spent in regret,
and the fire keeps burning and I become heat,
the day is coming to an end and with it, I lay down,
and the pollen entered the water and it all swallowed,
no one said anything, its stomach dissolved it,
and slow and silent the months seem,
it seems like there's something following my future.

And I fell into an orchid and stretched from the stem,
today the sky envied me because I surpassed it,
and my scattered fruits in the cups slowly,
fall with thick tones losing their youth,
and slow and silent the years seem,
the more I regret, the more I need the future.