Right in front of me, on the table, is your delusion
These glass pots, filled with desires
Rise towards those memories
Even if you get quiet, even of you break the pen
The miracle awaits you
(This heart) Can't give up on you, ever
Don't even ask about (my) condition, Leyla!
Those voices aren't real
That show up from nowhere all of a sudden
No, No ... Never gonna happen (without you)
Leyla