احمد

In this time, the soul is tired and the mind is scattered My thoughts are in a whirlpool of love This time is like Hitler's torment The beginning of the story I love you and you are the knight of my dreams And the end of the story you left and left me suffering alone You left me to suffer and remember I even tried to get drunk to forget you But with every glass I see your eyes in front of me I laugh But in reality I bleed and suffer My heart was shattered And in the end you took my soul and left my body to suffer I made this from the words of a mother who lives inside me I composed it from the melodies of my sorrows