تقصي الصباح وتشعل الدرب آهات
وياكثر غيم مر بنا شح شربه
مدري غيوم او انها نعش اموات
I stretched out from the outskirts of the night...its west
The morning is far away and the path is ignited by groans
Oh, so many clouds that passed by us.....he was scarce in drinking
I don't know if it's clouds or if it's a coffin
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