It would be my fault 

If the taste of words was like salt 

If the rain makes the ground muddy

Do you think that your words make me ugly?

It is not my fault if the snake stings

I do not have fins 

To prove that I can swim

All the time I'm listening

Dreams won't stop whispering 

Because the moon in any case 

Will be shining during the night

You won't see the stars fighting

You won't hear flowers talking

Your words made me sad

The night will make me glad