Listen, my words smell like you, try to make my
poem an elegy for death, he
is seeing with his eyes, a
man who does not have warmth in his hand, listen, listen, a
man whose story is crying, the night is clutched, he is
dying for affection,
listen to this sad cry,
the man is a prisoner of all, my pain is painful, listen to death, listen to the sound of the
support of
my body, listen
without you, listen under
their
feet, whenThey crush the yellow leaves, you saw the
bitter cry of Abrar, you listened, you heard the
shadow of tears in my eyes, you
saw the shadow of tears in my eyes, you saw the story of
my death,
crush my heart so that you see like a leaf
, you see the cry of Abras, you see the wound of my tears, see the wound of hail, the wound of hail,
my pain, the pain of the mouse, listen to the death
of the voice, listen to the support of my body, listen to me, my words smell of you. Give me my poem is an elegy of
death with his eyes, he is seeing with his eyes, a
man who does not have a warm hand, listen, listen to the
man whose story is crying at night, he
is dying for affection
Listen to this sad cry A
man is a prisoner of all hearts Listen to my
pain Listen to the voice of my voice Listen to the support of my body Listen to me I will
die without you Listen under
their feet when
they crush the yellow leaf, you saw a
bitter cry Abrar, you listened
, you saw the shadow of tears
in my eyes, you saw the shadow of tears in my eyes, you saw the
story of my hair, listen to the story of my
death, crush my heart like a leaf
, see in my eyes, cry in
my eyes, see the wound of hail, the wound of hail, the pain of my pain, listen to the death of the voice, listen to the support
of my body, listen
without you, listen
