You are my wings and feathers
, my travel comrade, I
will die, if there is no site, I will die in you,
O love
itself, which is not my breath without you,
where do you have a home that is not from wherever I go, where do you have a home, where do you have a
house where my
qibla is sometimes there,
wherever you set foot,
from which
flower garden, which spring you have even the autumn season, you have a garden of
songs,
oh my heart, oh my heart, you are the
dearest of
all, you are all me. Having someone to have you is enough
for me in my youth, you came to my dream,
you told me to be my need, be my songwriter
one day, truly, I became what you wanted,
I wrote to you in my destiny, I am
tired of religion and the world, I am an atheist, an infidel,
you are in my religion, I
worship you,
O my heart, you are the
dearest of all
, you have me, everyone had me, I
sang
to you with all my heart.I am looking for you, I am looking for you, I
have my voice from you, I
have my poems from you,
but I do not have you,
woe to my days, you are my
wings and feathers
, my travel comrade, I
will die, if there is no site, I will die on my head,
you are love,
without you, where do you have a house that is not my soul without you
, where do you have a home that is not from wherever I go, where do you
have a house
where the qibla is sometimes there
, wherever you set foot,
from which one do you come from?
What kind of spring flowers
do you have even the autumn season of the garden of songs,
O my heart, O my heart,
O dearest of all
, you have me, everyone has me, you have stopped me.
