I dream of a sleeping road A Umrah from here all the time I dreamed A Umrah waiting for todays sadness and I will not change my celebration nor go to the height of Pamme
I am tired of the pain that I am so involved in such a pain . Poetry
Look at all the walls between me and the world again the lonely season always on the hair A Umrah waiting for todays sadness and Fredama I only see that day that your hands in your hands
