Okay.
You
are a faraway song of my passion
I don't like the songs because you are not here
You are a faraway song of my passion
I don't like the songs because you are not here
You are
the rain falling on the windows
I don't touch the wind because you are not here
Let the birds cry,
let the martyrs cry Let the dreams cry,
let the fallen cry
Take whatever you have,
don't leave it with me Don't let your hands and eyes be mine
Let the birds cry,
let the martyrs cry Let the dreams cry,
let the fallen cry
Take whatever you have, don't leave it with me
Don't let your hands and eyes be mine
A thin sadness falls on the nights It won't leave your beautiful face
The world is on fire,
the promise is on fire I don't touch
the wind because you are not here
Let the birds cry,
let the martyrs cry Let the dreams cry,
let the fallen cry
Take whatever you have, don't leave it with me
Don't let your hands and eyes be mine
Let the birds cry, let the martyrs cry
Let the dreams cry,
let the fallen cry
Take whatever you have,
don't leave it with me
Don't let your hands and eyes be mine
Let the birds cry,
let the martyrs cry Let the dreams cry,
let the fallen cry
Take whatever you have,
don't leave it with me Don't let your hands and eyes be mine
Don't let your hands and eyes be mine