I am a desert, God, with the regret of a drop of water A Umrah I see the sea in the mirage Spring for the name of an old name in the book Talking to the sky Why does it work without answering God, my desert, my desert Say I dont want to be clouded Ashion O God, Desert My Desert Say the cloud I want to get it If the rain is slowly dirty dry tire Green Green Forest Coats my tan The birds make the trees.
