I am a shivering candle, I am fleeing from the night, the
grief increases, my fever and fever are
woe to my night, my
night is like the sky, the myth-maker comes
from loneliness, my soul is on my lips,
woe to my night, I am sad at night, I am in
tune with the chicken of the night, I
go to the tavern every night, I drink a
kiss from your lips,
I drink from your lips, woe to my night, woe to my night,
woe to my night, woe to my night, woe to me
The night falls from the tears of the stars, the
flares fall on my soul, the flares
without the moon, your
heart is full of blood without you, the distance
from the nights clothes increases, my
swing and fever increase,
woe to my night,
woe to my night
, my intention from the world, you are
kind, you are the
candle of my circle, the
joy of my heart, in the world, you are the
hadith of my heart to God,
I groan,
so that I can
acquaint
you with the broken hearts with my moaning.
I will die at your feet, what else do you want for you, my
heart will look at you
, my day and night will pass with your remembrance, my day and night
will be like the candle of dawn, my heart will be
sad at night,
I will be in tune with the bird of the night, I will be in harmony with the bird of the night, I will be in harmony with the
destitution.
