The gulls used to cry in the garbage dump.
We were smiling with you.
The bombs used to drop in the city every night.
We used to make love without stopping.
Now don’t be so cruel.
Don’t go away like yesterday, yesterday.
Let me hug, let me be wrapped around your feet.
Don’t crush(mash) me like sand.
The fall(autumn) used to drip on our drop.
We used to turn yellow with you
in order to illuminate(clean) these dirty faces.
We used to fight without stopping.