He was right in the dawn of the bird, this song
that the world was on its head,
dont be deceived, the color of the world
is not compromised, give this time, give it to the butler, that wine, burn your knowledge, beat you, the singer of the
mystical tune,
which if it remained, it would be your name and memory,
this interpretation of your eternal life, leave
it to the wound of the tar with a very tired heart, the
unpaved path is a passage full of thorns, Amr and the repetition of the
voice of the bird of love is no
longer a love song.Passion is not evil, there is no love in poetry and in songs,
in the chaos of the day, in every autumn and every spring, the
world of color and color, every moment in the same color
on the pile of stones,
at the level of a gesture, every person has no life, life is
nothing but serenity,
his companion with our suffering, who is his companion with our suffering, who is his companion, the
house remains,
the good and the bad, his happiness is not left behind
today
, today no one has seen here, tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning
, the bird of truth, this The song
that the world was upside down,
dont be deceived, the color of the world
is not compromising, give this time, give it
to the butler, that wine of knowledge,
beat you, the singer of the mystical tune,
which if it remains, it would be your name and memory,
this interpretation of eternal life.
