Like the winds
my dreams shall fly
Through the fields of agony
fly and fly, until they die
With freedom shall they live
and with dignity standing high
Fly, fly, O dreams of my sorrow
in every marrow, on every nest
Saviour of my world, O my soul
no one accepted you as a guest
Be back now and then for a while
to this heart and have some rest
O my dreams, yet you have to go
from here and there and come fro
Fly, without a cage for a custody
or a glance of a prison of harmony
Go, and find in the sky a bound
I, who shall be here, to the ground
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Taher Shemaly
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