Oregano Flower,
I miss home
life in this upside down world, every
corner
for me is drunk and there is no butler, the
rest of your sanctity
is prepared for love, a whip,
alas, Alas,
Oregano Flower, I miss home
life,
no one knows
how disturbed I am from home life, the
ranks of lovers
are constantly
going out of the slaughterhouse
, slowly,
slowly, all the flowers are executed, at the
foot of the garland
, pigeons, everyone is tired of the
dome,
in this desolate world,
not flowers. There is no greenhouse
left on the wall of every house,
only the owl (Jaqd) that sings
Alas, alas, Alas, the
oregano flower, I miss the
life of the house
except you, no one knows
how much I sleep, the
oregano flower, is our world asleep?
Dont you see that the eye of God is asleep?
With his name, one of the people who came to the gathering remembered God and beheaded his love, the flower of oregano, the flower of
oregano,
if today my heart is home,
my hope will be alive, my
hope will be alive
to shake Dina,
tomorrow, the
flower of oregano,
my heart is from life at home
in this upside down world, for
me, every corner is alive, the
flower of oregano,
my heart is alive from life at home,
no one knows
how much my sleep is disturbed.
