Wanting you is not love and it is a habit to
see you in the sanctity of your pilgrimage,
but I want to be lost in your hands,
annihilation in you is the end for me, I
need you as the light of my house,
wherever you are, the light of your blood is on, remember that
even if I am not there,
someone will shout at you in the house,
I am drunk with you, I
reach you, I am
drunk than the spirit of the bad wine,
your love, I
am also ruined, your love, I want
you no. Love and it is a habit to
see you in the sanctity of your pilgrimage,
but I want to be lost in your hands,
annihilation in you is for me in the end
, I want you to remember
that the light of our house is bright for you
, even if it is not me, its lamp is in our house
until you come, it will always be bad, my words are a
whisper, a plea,
no begging, no begging, only caressing,
just you, the word of my whole being
, the time of prayer, the whisper of my
prostration.If I want to, even if you go in those moments
, remember that the light in our house is on for you
, even if I am not there, the light is in our house
until you come, it will always be bad, the
need for you is the light of my house,
wherever you are, the light of your house is on
, remember that even if I am not there
, someone will shout at
you at home, someone will shout at you at home,
someone will shout at you at home.
