And Datk yesterday, and I alone

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