O desert tulip that has not bloomed, why is the greenhouse full of flowers, O tulip, where are you in the burning torch of this gathering of ours,
we are the ones who have struck from the heart and soul to the world, we have a cup in our hands with the people of faithfulness and purity, we have never broken a covenant with God,
if your skirt, O friend, comes in my hand, a lifetime will be sung to the song of flowers, we are the ones who have struck from our hearts and souls to the world, we have a cup in our hands.With the people of faithfulness, we have never broken a covenant with God, what do
you want from me, sometimes I want to see you, I am your path, I am connected to you, your love is my witness, we are the victims
from the heart and soul to the world, we are a cup in our hands with the people of faithfulness, truthfulness and purity, we have never broken a covenant with God,
O desert tulip that has not bloomed, why is the greenhouse full of flowers, O tulip, where are you? The burning torch of this gathering
