Hey Yas
Cheer up as a child, bring like despair to death, defying the drink with his cup
Naked without shroud, crying and crying, this shocks your grief
I won't wake up from death until I get my death
No bird ,, holds my soul
My soul is a white feather
A cloud roaming the sky
You don't have to look at the top
If you know, Yas

They come from the void and I am full of longing
While remaining distant
I intend to be a cloud
 the wind intends to rest
He who goes back
 returns is not likely to disappoint

Hey Yas
Your hands are cold
Do not put it on your flaming cheeks
I will tell you how to tolerate this cold
And your ring is on a piece of ice
It's my name

My name does not tolerate this madness
Shortcut for your long name
Green grass
Hey you

غفى 
واستيقظ ذاك الغريب
ماقال شيئا , لكننا رأيناه يهيم على وجهه
كلما اعتلى منيفة  ناداه في النواحي تل
ليس بمجنون ولا من هذا القبيل
قالوا قد قد فكره  , ربما في صدره رصاصه
لو انه دس حنينه في جيبه المثقوب 
                          نبت على اثره البكاء 

الذكريات التي لا تشيخ
 مثل نبع ماء يجري في ساقيه
لاهو ينقطع ولا يستحيل  نهر