في الثانية عشر من هدوء الليل
سيعود المفقود من الضجيج يحرك الذاكره
الاشياء التي نلمسها بقلوبنا سوف تعرفنا بشكل أكثر دقة
لن تذهب الا اي مكان ستبقى معنى الى الابد
لكنني ساغير طريقتي واتعلم من جديد كيف ابتسم
ساتعلم كيف انسى واحضنك بسرية تامه حتى انتي لا تشعرين بضمتي
ساحرك الأغاني الخالدات الهادئات من فوق رف الذاكره
ساغير اسمي من دون وجهة الى وجهك الواضح
ستبقين إلى الأبد محور قصائدي
أما الباقي فلا يستحق السعي للوصول إليه
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night
The lost noise will return, stirring the memory
The things we touch with our hearts will define us more accurately
It won't go anywhere but it will remain meaningful forever
But I will change my ways and learn again how to smile
I will learn how to forget and hug you with complete secrecy, so that you do not even feel my embrace
You will be enchanted by the quiet, timeless songs from the shelf of memory
I will change my name without a destination to your clear face
You will forever remain the focus of my poems
The rest is not worth accessing.
I love you. It has always been you. I have patience. In your time. I'll be here waiting. Just don't take too long and leave as many kisses inside your midnight embraces as you can.
ردحذفI wrote you this letter, Melody
حذفBecause you are a visitor to my blog
Because she knows you, she will be happy
Because you understand her, she would like your name to be one of her poems
I don't know when I'll leave, and I don't know when I'll be gone
But we are happy with your visits and happy with your radiance