Shame in dawn (in English)

Comes nights and days.

And all seems to be on a single play...

Or may be it is a single play.

Or even a little replay.

Things don’t change.

It's all my fault, I'm blamed.

Or have done or said some blasfame.

I only feel regret and shame.

And it keeps all the same.

I am drunk riding a motorcycle...

Falling down when think I am on

Right way...

To, then, find out I am old same,

With all done to be lost and afraid...

Again...

God is unique and perfect the same,

Helping me saying to be and diferent,

To stand up, keep my mind still and

strong...

Head up and heart lightened.

With no fear, no blame, no blasfame,

Nor shame, not the same and finally,

With all fame.