شبهای بیداری پاییز روزیشو با خودش میاره

دختره که فرانسوی حالیش میشد و عین.ح بخاطر لهجهی غلوشدهی رشتی که از سر مسخرهبازی حرف میزد

ازش متنفر بود همیشه میگفت من فکر میکنم استینگ اول desert rose رو خونده بعد بیگ بنگ شده.

دختر نچسبی بود. اما راست میگفت.

دریافت

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire

Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire

And in the flames

Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose

Each of her veils, a secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she tus

This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

This fire bus

I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain

I lift my gaze to empty skies above

I close my eyes

This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love