[أسير التشرد]

The highpont of my life
will be the day I know
she shines that dreamy light for me

The secret of love is not
a story to be written down in books

I have been keeping this secret
right here in my chest

For a change, I'm able to set it free
in this toronto sky

The best place for a head filled
with thoughts of love is at her feet

She can be so cold

The darkness of her night is black,
blacker then her coal-black hair

If you want to learn
real love secrats, ask Hadi

She's been putting him through his paces so long
he's becaomean axpert in this field