If this is the last poem if this last song
I still read the enthusiasm of a world without war
If this is the last way if this is the last curtain
Me with a kiss to a slave world
I will leave my dream green seedlings for you
Hope with you to return to the city of Wish Huhu
I will leave for you in the storm.
Look at the frame photo on the wall
Lost me to hug you to be named with you
I drink the sip of the spring sip in your eyes
My voices stimulate after me again.
You were so my life that I wouldnt die with my death
If this is the last sheet if this autumn season
Partner of this wine you are falling in Gilassa
If this is the last moment if this last day
Let me be a forest that burns proudly
All the days of exile I traveled beside you
The shelter of my moment I wont get out of you.
The eyes were the meaning of the peace of my land
I was always a believer who was your smile in my religion
