The god of radiance; the sun
all day long with its rays-Yellow bees-
hug the sea tightly, and the sea burns with the fever of this love

and at night, the Goddess of kindness, the moon sprinkles its silver rays- white butterflies -
on the body of the sea as a consolation for a sad heart, so that it cools down and can tolerate the absence of the sun.

Illusion, if it ever has a color; is like you,
A remained white lotus, on the bank of a burnt and black lagoon

To draw scenes full of color and life
on a brown and orange canvas,
you must first cover the entire canvas with white paint, just like nature,
and then sing the song "Hello Spring".

Like the trees
That sleep whole fall and winter,
from the grief of their lost leaves
To find them in dreams
And when they wake up in spring
They find the leaves' resurgence ;
In your grief, I also have been sleeping on your empty nest for two seasons
Oh ! My white nightingale,
Will you sing to me in the spring?

What a pain
Stand up for the support of someone in front of the whole world and then
Your whole being
Be crucified on this cross
What a pain
Be grounded at all times
And become dust at the command of the heavens
What a pain it is to inherit all this pain from the beginning of history without any sympathy
And this is the trust that the heavens and the earth could not carry and inevitably "the lot fell to the craze of my name"

Your heart is like an ice cream
And it can't bear hot love and peace
So it makes me scream

When I ask you for a kiss
You answer me like this
"No",
despondents me your lips

Your mind is too nervous
And it makes me feel helpless
So I can't be at your service

Your heart is like an ice cream
And it can't bear hot love and peace
So it makes me scream

You have license
to irradiate
place of darkness
that we recognize
- to say nonsense
while lying on the grass
- to speak only when
you are with us
- otherwise
-we will ban your mouth
- and that is
the meaning of
freedom of utterance