Love in the form of a flying fly The love of sleep is a deer. I am a thirsty pilgrim under the rain The love of the water springs but the Kurdish I am going to poison this water but that from the dead of love to the resurrection is every moment I am dying of this water Grave Tales Call my name from the night to the wall
To be alive, be the last reason I am the sowing of the good soil of my land The dawn of honesty I am wake up love passing through the border Dont say that is early
