Every time it comes
The air burns
We suffocate but still
Everything is good
No, no drinking
Nor eating
That's the term
Through the sacred month
Every smile has its tears
Every game has its rules
Every start has its ends and
So this sacred month
Still we hope to be
With you again
Still we hope to see
You come back to us again
It's either we stop
Nor time stops
It's either we take all the chances
Or we take everything for granted
Choices are in our hands
Has always been
Since the first time
Our heart beats
Be wise or otherwise
Goodbye Ramadan, may He accept all our good deeds ❤