The sound of the rain is still the support of my crying, I miss the footprints of the last supper, I still miss my complaint, my complaint about the presence of the night and the evening, the hatred of my fellow traveler, who is still in Saddam, with an endless astonishment, with a tall cocoon, with the sorrow of aliens, my fate, do not fear me, do not scare me, do not fear me,
behind this picture, the lover is the heir to the secret of my pain, until the maturity of this star, I cried my story, my narrative is still a flower, a flower of wheat, I am still at home On my shoulders the fifth chapter of the wound of that journey I am still the conqueror of my elegy The song of my nostalgia will always be in Saddam You are Saddam in Saddam You are my
tired soil Find me find your rider without shelter Being with you It has been a long time that the sin of my stone flower will remain with me Prince Lady always with me I dont want a birth certificate My homeland with an endless shock with a tall cocoon with the sorrow of strangers Dont fear my fate Dont be afraid of me Dont be afraid, dont be afraid of me.
