O Hazelnut tree come and listen
testify by thy roots above me
here lies my heart where it is hidden
dusted by the dust and gloomy
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Aya Jafar, what did you do
you have splitted this heart
and the mourning will continue
until this body for this life part
...
close your eyes
rest this heart
of those tiresom days and nights
have a smile
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In the drops of the rain I breathe
your smell, that of heavenly scent
Right above me lies the earth
for my sky cannot anymore be felt
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According to the legends, of days so old
there was a hero, of might and ego
His name was Andre the handsome lad
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Unfortunately, amid the heaven and earth
there are still people blinded by the spell
But what it has to do with me by the fact
if it is not for defense, I am not allowed to kill
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when my cheeks are full
of the valleys made by the tear
and when my eyes are just gone
after my dreams that are not near
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With the voice of the hovering silence
within the music of my heart's beats
Shall you listen with an ear of solace
about my hopes of you in great feats
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Hallucinations
or dreams on arrival
there from the west
sitting on high pedestal
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It was but a glance of hope
that I saw in her eyes
About winds on the meadows
and birds in the heights
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