A keresés eredménye

Fragrant Sour Orange

My prayers have not been answered oh muslems
The key to my heart is left in the hands of the lover
The key to the heart in the hands of the unfaitful
it's sorrow weighing oh so hard on my heart
 
I'm that freckle on your face
I'm that fragrant sour orange of yours
Why this futile roaming about in this field
Throw an arrow for I am you gazelle
 
Oh My dear god, my dear god, dear god, dear god
My lover has gone away and the rain's pouring, the rain's pouring
 
I kiss your lips and they smell of cardamoms
I couldn't break away from you
 
I'm told to breakaway and go, to break away and go
if so, my heart will bleed indeed
 
Come, oh my moon of fortune
Have a look at my sorrow
 
I asked you for a kiss, which you didn't give
For you looked in my empty hands
 
Oh My dear god, my dear god, dear god, dear god
My lover has gone away and the rain's pouring, the rain's pouring