If I go, if I go, the color of crying with Saddam if it is soft, if it is soft, if it is soft on the day of death, my laughter will not be able to free myself from this captivity, where should I go, where should I go , the chain of grief is on my feet , tell me, tell me what was for you yesterday, the bride of Hijla, what am I for you today, the doll is broken, your hands are no longer the hand of a kind, your words are no longer the words of a colleague, what do you know what pain is in the black bowl and the eyes of the doll, what do you know? What is the word on the sad lips without anger, the doll is broken, all the tension of her gaze is on the way because of the look in her glass eyes, when you come winter, full of red tulips, when you go to spring, my spring is full of black tulips, your great lantern was without light , your beautiful words were a lie like yourself.
