OM

I don't even know who I am anymore
So dedicated to you, a blanket for the cold.
I wanted to be your 'Om' living stuck yes, always there, always there
I'm nothing indelible, I'm unstable like the city
But I carry wood and stone just to see you more comfortable

Without the sea covering you with shadows or colors
Free for loves of those that come and go
Under the bronze of the night where the most are stars
All there to see you like dealing with men
Ah! you who were born with the bed for the river
What a challenge to want to accompany you!