BANGLE

The first excitement must be cotton,
It was said to choose a place from the atlas.
Wherever I chose, fate wove its webs,
And Atlanta appeared.

Chosen from the first excitement,
Taken from harsh bonds,
The first juicy and delicious grapes.
The anklet is stuck.

Fate is the lord of the winds,
His command is angry and harsh.
Fate couldn't even ripen the note,
Faith and courage became masters of fate.

There are three or four paths to choose,
Paths leading to walls and lots of noise.
You will ignore it,
Or you will come soon.

The one who makes a will is heading towards the pits,
Appears, worried.
The path you choose must undoubtedly have an end,
Otherwise you wouldn't think so much.

Or you should have been ahraz beforehand,
Whatever they said, okay.
What did I say, what did you taste?
It will be laid under the heavy load.

In the end you fell for the reward of the course,
You put obstacles in front of you.
But what if what was told to you was a lie?
But how real is the love you feel?

In front of a pedestal, a courtyard,
If you fell equal and alone,
If you received what was promised to you,
If you are alive, you are neither pleasant nor drunk.

If you saw a red rose in your dream,
Then if that dream appears again in a courtyard,
If your first excitements hold you back,
Then, if there is nothing left to worry about...

If you saw a puddle and looked,
You are a bird.
If a red rose appeared next to you,
Know that you are drunk or a bird.

Forward or backward in time.
Will he give you what he gave you that day, that moment?
If you test, if you push with your hand suddenly,
You can be from your wings or from your rose.
Smile against the thorns,
Its thorn won't hurt you.
Its thorns make you grow.

Sometimes what appears first appears last.
He doesn't have much of a chance.
Forward or backward in plane,
Of course everything you hold onto is an illusion,
Everything you see is impossible.
Just make more of what is little.
One day, spring will surely come,
Keep close to what you're going through in winter.
It will just give you and me a breath,
We will remain silent.
We are a bond.
The anklet is stuck...

Abdul