Next to the niche, a sound recorder with a few strips , each with a thousand memories Classic and Classic, Waters and Beatles, West and East Piano Dance, Magic Santour, Gharqi Guitar One full of poetry, and I was the last of you We heard Bought the man alone from the Berlin alley . . A recording and a few cassette tapes My pleasure is just a lot of past but not for me You are still my puzzle The empty tape of the sound Here is . . . The one who loves your memory with you instead of your hands, now in his hand, the song is back back the songs, listening to the song a hundred times I wish you can back, just with automatic you Youre just a lot of you. Memory Man You cant change your place with this scrap recording . . A recording and a few cassettes My pleasure is just a lot of past Past but not for me You are still my puzzle I am not a pitch
