Sharab

Go, go because I am tired of my breakage
I run away from any kind of love
I am a pigeon that flied from the top of your house
I hate to call your name

One day you were my mirage my sleep my wine you
Today you're my shooting star my pain my torture you
One day you were my spring my mate my rest you
Today you are my winter my decline my loss you

I counted stars you didn't come and I didn't die
Come because I didn't die I am still alive
I run between crying and I tore bubble of tear
I didn't see you I didn't see you