My hand was my hand, my hand was two prayers My words, my word was your name and God My eyes were prostrates, my eyes were prostrates My tears, my tears were comrade of whing Flower, tears were the same eyes Your words were the color of the henna flower Your look was simple and hypocritical alas, alas, alas that ended Autumn, whatever it was. alas, alas, ala gave us s flowers My hand was two prayers of prayer My words, my words were your name and God My eyes, my eyes were prostrate to the soil My tears, my tears were comrade.
