Your heart is like an ice cream
And it can't bear hot love and peace
So it makes me scream

When I ask you for a kiss
You answer me like this
"No",
despondents me your lips

Your mind is too nervous
And it makes me feel helpless
So I can't be at your service

Your heart is like an ice cream
And it can't bear hot love and peace
So it makes me scream

Nest
World of pleasure

Gone
Chest of treasure

Mood
Bold of pressure

The god of radiance; the sun
all day long with its rays-Yellow bees-
hug the sea tightly, and the sea burns with the fever of this love

and at night, the Goddess of kindness, the moon sprinkles its silver rays- white butterflies -
on the body of the sea as a consolation for a sad heart, so that it cools down and can tolerate the absence of the sun.

Like the trees
That sleep whole fall and winter,
from the grief of their lost leaves
To find them in dreams
And when they wake up in spring
They find the leaves' resurgence ;
In your grief, I also have been sleeping on your empty nest for two seasons
Oh ! My white nightingale,
Will you sing to me in the spring?

We are marsh lilies
Arised through the darkness
Freedom's gold keys
Searching for the kindness

We are lightning of wrath
The typhoon of old East
A high mass of rock, fist
Against tyrant's path

We are standing here,
Nobody stands with us
We should rely on ourselves
On this battle, thus

The whole world, maybe is blind
To our fatal pain
And this happened lots of times
Again and again

With one human in sorrow
There is no tomorrow
And with one man in the jail,
no one could scale

No peace will flow through the Earth
no one will be free
And nobody could be saved
In this boiling bree

It's a deity ordinance
A revelatory command that had been given Just to us; so far
We are the true soldiers of freedom

Hail violence!
Hail pogrom!
Hail god of war!

The worst is yet to come...