𝘕𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭,
𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘴
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘰
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳,
𝘦𝘴𝘵á𝘯 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰
𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘴,
𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦
𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭
𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶
𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭,
𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭,
𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴
𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘢,
𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘴,
𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘴,
𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘭,
𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘺
𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴
𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳á𝘯,
𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭,
𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘴
𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯,
𝘺𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳,
𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘺,
𝘺 𝘮𝘢ñ𝘢𝘯𝘢
𝘴𝘦𝘳á 𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘭,
𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘳
𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘳
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘴
𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥 /
𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘰
𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘦
𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰
𝘯𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘰,
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳
𝘥𝘦 𝘥ó𝘯𝘥𝘦
𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴
𝘰 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 ?,
𝘴𝘪 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴
𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢
𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢,
𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘻 𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘳é𝘣𝘰𝘭
𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘫𝘢𝘴
𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘴
𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘥.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘉𝘖 - 𝘊Ó𝘙𝘋𝘖𝘉𝘈 - 𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘈
\" 𝘌𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘰
𝘺 𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦
𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢,
𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢
𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴 \".
\" 𝘓𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘦
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢
𝘫𝘢𝘮á𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳á
𝘦𝘧í𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 \".
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢