Wind and Memory of Love
Because it passes, what has the wind brought?
It smells like my favorite love
The wind of love blows from my heart
The morning wind dances in the bend of the branches
He has decorated himself like a flower, he is my soul
I said I remember you when I'm sober and drunk
Your love awakens my soul like a fresh wind
I see myself with you forever in the garden of your love
Mistress of the heart, while it is mine I am happy and smiling
If I lips to you lips, my instrument is a tune
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