Fifteen years in isopropyl alcohol has burned the dull, brownish pigment from its carapace, but still you keep

Fifteen years in isopropyl alcohol has burned the dull, brownish pigment from its carapace, but still you keep
Translated by: Shamal Akrayi Music makes me forget everything except your eyes The violins stick with drunken dances on
It was the very tone that said, as I was heading southward, “Young man, can you give these two men
Translated by: Shamal Akrayi When the wispy rain danced on our roof The rain sound was arousing a grievous sorrow
(Dedicated to those drunk eyes and sweet smile) Translated by: Shamal Akrayi I am lost in the drunkenness of this
Translated by: Shamal Akrayi In the shadows homelands, A moment of your memories makes me unconscious Take my hands In