This rain is his predicament, growing on your ribs, trees bearing fruit
 longing

This rain is his predicament, flowing, from your chest whining

Watering 

 It is awful! Strange buzzes

He asks in his spirit
what do you want
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هذا المطر ورطه , ينبت على ضلوعك شجر تثمر حنين
هذا المطر ورطه , يسيل من صدرك آنين
سقيا
ومن هولها ! ضج الغريب
يسأل بروحه
وش تبين

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You have an absence
But you are in my mind a calling season
My voice is like proof,
 but I got lost