A keresés eredménye

O, Mom, here's my love song.

O, mom here's my love song.
This love song is mine.
ِA Dagger's stab is better than
The vile ruling over me
Patience is the dream of the disabled.
Blooming flowers of hope.
And the oppression went above and beyond.
As I'm standing still.
Looking at fields of hope.
Terrified and hiding my hands.
Even the flying doves,
didn't want to flutter around me.
*
I asked the old wise man,
he didn't want to answer
he hid the truth from me,
and left me unsettled.
*
I asked the doctor about
the medicine for my wound,
he looked at me with love,
and told me my medicine lies within my own hands.
*
O, Egypt, you're my beloved.
You're my exile and my misery,
and you're my dreadful wounds.
And you're the one who has my medicine.
Your love has taught me something,
simple and right,
'Courage is the condition of love'
As with the loyal hearts.