everywhere the moon looks at us
In each verse I go
see a star and I always go
publish my verses that make me
let's dream sweet dreams
And in the sources
throw many yellow flowers I
I watched like a moth in the garden I see my verses all
Published my soul dreamed away if there were flowers would be the birds that
threw the flowers away
I see the clouds of dreams
destroy my castle and my castle
serve as shelter for many warriors of the
Sierra my verses is the wind
The poem
destroyed 
serving as shelter for flowers
And the animals the most verses
seen the world