Unless we share someone's pain,
We don't get separated from our [own]
pain and pain doesn't get separated from us.
Here only my days end.
Here alone the mornings begin.
Here I have to live and die.
Here are all my pilgrimages.
Your streets. Streets, your streets
Your streets suit me,
your streets. Your streets. Streets,
your streets They agonize me, your streets.
You sleep in my sleep,
You cry in my tears.
There is your whisper in my thoughts,
Even when you're not there, you are there.
You're the result of my pain..
They're the wishes of my heart, your steets.
How's this relationship of your and mine,
It doesn't have a face and yet it's so deep.
These moments, these moments like silk..
We shouldn't lose them.
The caravan of time,
let's stop it.
Now they (your streets) shouldn't get separated from the heart..
Your streets. Streets, your streets
They agonize me, your streets.
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