Souty
Emel Mathlouthi
3:17The first rise of the light Is always floating When they all came to the end Of their telling But it tells no one How it all passed Slowly. slowly. Rescuer of my senses, of my senses Have you ever sank in a state Of not wanting the answer When the echo left your body With no revelation No one, it tells no one How it all passed Slowly. slowly. Rescuer of my senses, of my senses I feel senseless, I feel senseless