The whole night you looked at me
I have written you on a sheet of paper
All my clothes are on the floor
Am i beautiful or am i ugly
I did not care
The whole night i looked at you
You have written me on your soul
There is a Leyla* inside of me
I supposed you would hurt her
Of of there is nothing more to do **
Set all your calculations on fire
Take all your good books with you
Let them talk ( gossip)
They shall say , they have gone away
Is it we, who will save their lives