And Datk yesterday, and I alone
Thinker Bbouhk last
You wrote about a thing
Written with light and Balobeir
I wrote things without meaning
All written in the light of
Who you are. . Of Rmick on my way?
Moved from the water in my roots?
He was my heart before Tlouhi
Cemetery dead flowers
Problems. . I do not know
An end to my thoughts and not my
Lost in history, and you like me
Otherwise the date and not the fate of
The fire of love can not reap the
No windows Tvthi Blaze
I want to Okik of the betrayer
Of the Poisoner world perfumes
I am all this Siiati
Everything in the land of arrogance
The papers do not take into account
Will not work from the purest Crory
Of revolutions is not good Thabiy
And that mangy Oktah Tru
And no matter what Tthagi Bhabay
It is more significant