𝘈𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪
𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘰,
𝘺 𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰
𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯,
𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢
𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦
𝘵𝘶 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰
𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴,
𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪
𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘴,
𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘭𝘰 𝘴é,
𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦
𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘳
𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦
𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘢 /
𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘪
𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢,
𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴
𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴 /
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘱é𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘴
𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘶
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘭,
𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪
𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘴,
𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦
𝘭𝘰 𝘴é,
𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰 𝘢
𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳
𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳,
𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘢
𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰
𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴,
𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦,
𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘳 “ 𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰 “
𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘻,
𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘨𝘰
𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰,
𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘢
𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘤𝘪ó𝘯,
𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘦
𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘰,
𝘩𝘰𝘺 𝘯𝘰
𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢
𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘻ó𝘯
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦,
𝘺 𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘥
𝘰 𝘦𝘭 𝘷é𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘦
𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴,
𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘳 “ 𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰 “.
𝘝í𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘢
𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢
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