When you come, the sound of footsteps comes from all the roads, as if it does not come from a distant city, but from all over the world, until the door opens, the moment of seeing arrives
, you have taken me from forgetting about the wind, I am happy with your memory, I have given you my heart, I have given you my heart to you, I am mad with you, I am your
artist in the world, I know that I am sad with you, I say that the secret of my heart is worthy of me in the desert for a
while
, if I am silent. And I dont say about sitting alone, not that it isnt , if I went with you out of honesty, teary eyes,
I came back without you, from the head of his head, his crazy heart,
the scorpion, your crooked hair with the symmetrical moon to the moon in our hand, who is like that, who is who, who
knocks on the door, my heart trembles
in its place, if I am soft, my heart is not impatient, my tears are not flooded,
goodbye, goodbye, when the heart is bad, crying is not fruitful , goodbye .bye
