I want that blue sky, I want those moonlit nights, I want bad memories, I want an impatience from those times, I want an impatience from those times, I want an impatience from those times, I want an impatience from those times, I want a bouquet of flowers in the water, I want to give my
dreams to one. Let me bubble an apple from the branch of regret, throw it in the sky and swing it, O flower of spring, my heart is a desert, my heart is a desert, my heart is a tulip, I
want blue from that sky, I want from those moonlit nights, my heart is separated from bad memories , I want an impatience from those times, I want an impatience from those times, like
a bouquet of acacia flowers , my heart opens, come, come, you go to get lost behind the grass, I will stay. And the flower of Aqaqia I stay and the flower of Aqaqia flower
is a flower of spring of my heart a desert of the tulip of my heart A flower of spring of my heart is a desert of the tulip of my heart
