Who is a pearl between wood boxes.
And flower between vine leaves.
And whisper after stress and fatiguing.
Who is a smile after calm and wricking.
And a dreamer after speech and expostulation.
Your lip fluid like sweet water.
Say fruit, no it's much better.
So I flew high between people.
Burning flame.
From Arabs lands.
To west lands.
I don't know any persons and endower.
And I don't care for the complications.
My wounds and working for all.
Clean myself from old dust .
So if they'll cut me
If they cut me.
I'll never replace her whispers for all the gold
And ready to accept any place.
And bearable the difficult things.
And do the daring things
All of this just
To the owner of dearest heart.