I dont have a good love word,
Im tired of the passion of dancing, I dont want
to have a few sadness, I want a few like me,
to sit around a bright light, to
put our heavy hearts down, to
say in unison, that we dont have a heart, that we have an
axe and a mountain, that we say cheaply, Farhad,
the rock and the wave, the stories of Sinbad
, we say in unison, if we are from spring, we
dont have a precious and green thing,
not from the beginning, it is a romantic path
, not from the feeling of reaching home
, not from This road is a poem
that should remain strange and riderless, I
dont have a good love word,
I am tired of the passion to walk on the road, I
want a few sadness, I want a few like me,
to sit around a bright light, to
put our heavy heart down, to
say in unison, that we do not have a heart, that we have an
axe and a mountain, that we say that the price of Farhad,
the rock and the wave of the stories of Sinbad,
we say in unison, if we are from spring,
we do not have a precious and green word,
not from the beginning of a road. It is love,
not from the feeling of reaching home,
nor from this road of poetry,
which should be a stranger and a rider, I
do not have a good love word,
I am tired of the desire to dance, I
do not have a good love speech,
I am tired of the desire to dance, I am not tired of the desire to dance, I am tired of the desire to dance, I am tired of the desire to dance.
