And what is there, in the soul ... no one notices,
It is not visible that the heart is in shrapnel wounds.
Only a look gives out and a sudden pallor,
And a voice that seemed to tremble strangely.
Men do not cry ... and outwardly calm,
But the tears inside burn everything to the ground,
Their tenacity is sometimes admirable,
And a strong character in words and deeds.
Men are tender and vulnerable
And so defenseless when in love.
Men do not cry, and silently suffer,
Their feelings are strong, but not visible to many.