She makes me want to change the human race.
To give up my projects, to be old before the age
I lost her a hundred times in the smoke of the guns.
She returns wounded with the perfumes of heaven.
I hear her screams “that the devils wanted".
but all is written .
She asked for forgiveness, and she got it .
Her ghost did never leave my mind.
Neither the night, nor the day.
She dances beneath my sight fog.
And I, I seek and then walk by.
all is written.
i will pray I will scream there where nobody listens.
What did she like, what did she want.
And her ghost wanders around the Palestine and poor people
all is written..
What did she dream about, what did she see .
Rachel there is no love without a story.
And I, i want to live with the same hope in the same memory..
I want to live a same story.
Since I started counting days.
you are a woman who made men jealous, who made me jealous
Rezzag.L
