After the months in the same place
Heart is ok, (but) no essence of sense in the head
Everyone is here, it's suppertime
One plate comes short, come and let our table surprised
My pencil which already writes songs for you shall be cross with
my hand, Inshallah
You made this city uninhabitable for me,
Allah shall not give your dreams peace.
My pencil which already writes songs for you shall be cross with my hand, Inshallah
You made this city uninhabitable for me,
Allah shall not give your dreams peace.
Your name shall not be mentioned in the meetings of friends,
Shall not be accepted your prayers on the supreme kotow.
Shall not My lord listen to your invocations you make with your heart and soul, in the blessed nights.
My pencil which already writes songs for you shall be cross with my hand, Inshallah
You made this city uninhabitable for me,
Allah shall not give your dreams peace.
My pencil which already writes songs for you shall be cross with my hand, Inshallah
You made this city uninhabitable for me,
Allah shall not give your dreams peace.