لا يُشبهُ الكلامْ، وأخترع لغةً لكِ وحدكِ، أفصّلها على مقاييس جسدك، ومساحةِ حبّي.

Where do you take me, my love, from my father, from my love, from my little bed, from my bored, from my mirrors from my moon, from the wardrobe of my life and from my night, from my clothes and from my clothes, where you take me, my love, where you ignite in my ear, the wilderness carries me with two waves and breaks my ribs, drink me, then you burn me, then leave me in the way of the air to you