Goodbye

Goodbye hey you! In front the blade of fear My words so weak to pass, through my throat. I am afraid they'll grant you stigma If I didn't mention your names I have no light While the movements of your shades Flowing from stone to another You who in front of me Stumbled Had let me down The luck, the mind and the heart which was lost In deserts I became! Afraid of dance, Your voices are sharp and Without my voice, my soul Pours and drink the bitter in cup. In my tears there are thorns, Tingle my face and There is no lap to calm. Your hands are daggers Your words hurt my lips. Your faces fake and My kisses become sour, Bitter and sad My lungs are lacking the air now, Goodbye and au revoir