Hayat

Life is dripping drop by drop, clear on dark skin
Life is flowing gently in torment
Pressure, oppression, prison walls woven with blood
Breaking the dam, crossing the river
Life is lush green in the moss
Mosses growing in the depths

No shadow other than the shadow of your eyelashes should fall
To those eyes that will see the dawn of tomorrow
Firmly like a fist, my love
To those eyes that own tomorrow
Our love's tomorrow will be drawn in those eyes
It's fate written in those eyes

The delicate wrist of our love chained
Waiting with love, with longing, with eyes tempered with patience
Dancing to the sound of guns
We will dress in white bridal gowns
With our own hands, to the faithful beloved
To the heavenly homeland