Still, end of my cigarette is turning red, any of my dreams can be seen anymore
Go ahead, give all the joy and sadness to my arms, as if you give me a baby
Say goodbye by pouring some water on roads waiting for me*, I'm about to leave
It smells musk ambrette all around the seven hills**
Standing with the original beauty
These wastes, inside of me, that were left to me by years,
And thousands of voices keeping company with me, may they not fade out
My pilgrim friend, your feet are your guide
Cold breezes are your friend, all humankind is stranger for you
Water you drink is the flood coming from your eyes, that's the price that should be paid
I endeavor as my power lets, as much as my revenge, as much as my words' strength
I get myself ready for the roads, the longest roads that can be gone
Let's ignore these metaphors and let me take you to the Truth
Let's watch all the beauties created by Allah
Chorus x2
How many doors are there left to be opened until I reach happiness?
I opened them again and again, to get in empty houses
I need help, don't you think luck is with me
Things I see are not pleasant, but
Not sure, everything's such a enigma
For me, I'm somewhere in the middle of life
Maybe it is gonna take a miracle to make it through until tomorrow
You know what, the value of this moment is so much that
It's a drudgery to tell the valuelessness of the others
Things wouldn't change, you thought, but they do change
Things you thought that won't finish, just as a game, finish
However, it was the same warm soup that you dip your bread
Things get cold as they be, fire dies away is it gets cold
As you shoo, Devil wins the race; as it wins, steed neighs
And autumn is passing away as winter wakes
And spring leaves as summer gives off its smells
Starts living as it cries, with God's mercy and grace
While the other says farewell without learning how to smile
I couldn't even look into mirror unless I had these humble metaphors
Do you have another thing to see your own self in it? (say it)
Humankind, I have never seen something as unable as it is
I have never ever seen one as ungrateful as a human is, even cats you always talk about are more grateful
I weighed up life with my own libra, I laid down on my own land, with my face against the sun
However sorrows killed even the sun
They walked away without a backward glance, as they say "anyway, forget it."