| You told me you'd pay me a visit, and I put the kettle on the stove And I waited for you until the neighbor knew the secrets I withhold The coffee grew cold, and the neighbors went to sleep, and the night went to sleep Above the pillows of its starts, and I imagined a horse carrying news from you And I didn't receive a letter from you, a letter asking how I've been in this cold weather Asking how things are going, how's the weather in the moors Even when the snow fell, the knees returned with fire The early bluebird made me outrun myself And I went to wait on the street corner, and my own shadow disconcerted me Even the stars above threw me the moon as a lifebelt
Credits Song: Arabic folk song Artist: Abeer Nehme Music video: Courtesy of Abeer Nehme - عبير نعمة Text & translation: ericksr5 on lyricstranslate.com Copyright: Fair use principle, for educational purposes. |