My son I'm writing to you

weary remains low
find yourself a home
leftovers for iroman
2021
iroman must be ironman
already me
so imagine ironman
same wood
I do everything to calm myself nothing
nothing to do my son
sing it, sing it to you
I'm telling you for ironman we have the same planet he feels when it's a mess
calm him down
make him play sports
you too
and why not yours in iroman
my son is all there but try to stay there a little and above all I excuse myself

 my son do it for me ... 

he is nomadic and should not be locked up at the moment I have no choice you yes my son he is connected to me by the planets I can do nothing he is touched I do not know tell him to think of him please

sing to us what you want you the voice from heaven that cures my son ...