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I am the dead body of the earth
I'm a small crying bird
I'm getting ready to take off and leave
I break off my loop
You are floating fish in water columns
You are a rattling snake sister
You will tell me about the secrets of love
You will show me the poems of the page
Let me sit with you in dark water
let me rest in the meadow
where spring songs are singing
where juicy herbs and daisies bloom
And the rain suddenly comes

I am a raw material of rocks
I am a wandering traveler around the world
You are a dream and gaping of blue waters
You are the desert and the star of Palmyra
Let me live on a black grief
Let me take a look at dark faces
where they speak and sing in another language
where the Syrians live and roam
calm their violent sea of ​​soul
their soldier's tired shoulders
Didn't you say that you don't want war
aren't you the Syrian eternal martyr

You said I am the dead body of the earth
I'm a seagull singing at sea
I bring you unsteady palmiers of sands
To build an eternal city
The sun lurks in the sky with a thick
to the top with snow
And whispers something to you about simple
about something coming in the world
and cold May frosty day
You will go out to the street sad
call the children to return to the house
feed them a stiff lean

And then you will go there
Where lonely lies
Her warm sleeping body
Wind music, rain music
Snow music, ash music ...