Your eyes are summer nights

And visions and rosy poems

And love letters

Running away from the forgotten love books.

Who are you?

In your move,

You've planted the road with damask roses;

You've passed like light,

Like the throb of scent,

Like singing of popular songs.

And you went on, a sail, holding me

Like a sea sun poem,

To promises drawn by an oriental girl's dreams.

Who are you?

The magic in your eyes brings life into a wish.

As if you have come from a moon,

From a golden morning star,

From a land

Where the sun of love embraces the face of liberty.

And I travel in this life, with your eyes ...and a song.

Rassael Songs