شَمْس

I never could make out the words you said

Sentences are bouncing back and forth inside my head

You don’t have to leave

You could just stay here with me

Forget all the party police

I guess now is autumn

And everything is gone

Even me

Lossing myself in the hands of wild land

Far away

In the south Pole

no one has hugged me for a year

I have withered

And so is my soul

Coldness and distance

Are my dilemma in every face I meet

I carry my soul with me

Translating it here and there

And no one understands my language

Hate and anger have become my meal every night

Fighting my loneliness in my middle name now

No one

Nobody

ترجع لي كل ما الدنيي بدها تعتم

متل الهوا المبلش عالخفيف

القصة مش طقس ياحبيبي

هي قصة ماضي كان عنيف

بس هلء

مابتذكر

شكل وجهك

بس بذكر

اديش كان أليف

بيركب بسوكليت الخيال

بيطلع عـ سطح بيوت قديمة

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