I know br I don't know.. br Who am I.. br I know I am a weak morbid man br So I can't fly br Like the parrot or the hawk br I can't flow like the stream.. br I know I don't have that liquidity br I can't express what I feel br I don’t have that nudity br Of my heart that is dry and arid br I know I am a man morbid br You can see the moribund rebel br Fighting for his last breath inside me br With dying emotions and drying passions br As an effect of the poisons tree. br Now a days I wait the rescue team br To come and help... br Now a days I am dying in myself.