And we love life if we find a way to it.
We dance between two martyrs
and we raise a minaret for violet or palm trees.
We love life if we find a way to it.
And we steal from the silkworm a thread
to build a sky and fence-in this departure.
We open the garden gate for the jasmine
to go out as a beautiful day on the streets.
We love life if we find a way to it.
And we plant, where we settle, some fast
growing plants, and harvest the dead.
We play on the flute the color of the faraway
and sketch over the dirt corridor a neigh.
We write our names one stone at a time,
O lightning make the night a bit clearer.
We love life if we find a way to it...