I have tears in your eyes. My eyes are My heart desert in your hands I tell you a story when you want to sleep Self -scent says neither sleepy nor mashabi nor sleepy nor mashabi ...... I am so sad. Getting acquainted like a good stranger tell where you I dont hope for my wishes I dont know what to run I have to run ......
I gave me alone, Im a strange tired acquaintance, I am not here, but I am here. Star
