A male of the first year,
Do not eat the meat in the night;
And the blood will be a sign for you.
A very strong west wind blew me into the Red Sea,
And i am now wandering around in the field of love;
For the sun, moon and the eleven stars bowed down before me.
The blood,
And i need an explanation about it from you;
For your words have touched me and have tasted my peace,
And i will return tomorrow looking for you.
Pay money for the food you eat and,
Pay money for the water you drink;
For i am now along the route of the Red sea and,
I will be in your wilderness of love all day long.
Oh gifts of ancient mountains,
Come down to me with your everlasting fruits;
For i have sharpen my flashing sword of love and,
I need some apples to eat tonight.
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