In the sky, my heart is a star who gives my nightly look at my night For me his beloved name is a prayer The fragrance of the Baron Spring Bargheh is a muddy mammary You are not a sympathetic mother I dont say no to you Reading these days is not a little job I will see your long shadow hoping see a better look of tomorrows season My mother and my heart can be unaware I am captured by the sea but you are hoping and beach.
