This flower …
has wilted early,
she’s still pretty,
she’s still very pretty
She hasn’t seen the sun again,
and the world is all trips.
Even the scent used to be a creation
until the dawn laughed
When life sends her morning greetings,
fear and cold, and lots of night
Say to yourself, what has happened,
the concerns in your eyes are many
This remaining life is a trip…
a small trip
Your heart in this world is confused,
I know you have secrets
The spring has made me carry news
which has colors of birds
This flower…
it has wilted early.
Julia Boutros (born 1968) Lebanon
Translator not stated
Source: lyric Arabic Music Translation
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