The Air Of Lovers
Marjan Vahdat
3:46In the meadow where all the flowers take shelter there is no winter, and no flower ever withers there There is a graceful tree in the middle of the field Whoever reposes in its shadow wakes up intoxicated In heaven where all the souls wish to go Saturn never fights with Venus A mine full of precious jewels lives in a placeless abyss When my eyes cry, it is because my heart desires it