In the spaces of my homeland morningis dressing mewith bouquets of love,triggering the fire of passiontill I pour the nectar of my heart.O home!Whenever drops of your perfume dance in my mouth,I paint them as jasmine collarsaround the neck of bloom.
In the spaces of my homeland morningis dressing mewith bouquets of love,triggering the fire of passiontill I pour the nectar of my heart.O home!Whenever drops of your perfume dance in my mouth,I paint them as jasmine collarsaround the neck of bloom.