the land of memories

Nostalgia for our country after a long journey in my outside, the land of memories

She said to him come back to our homes
He told her what? Why?
I leave the land of dreams to the land of nightmares?
She said ... the land of childhood and youth
The land where our roots have germinated and are still there
The land of dreams and the starry sky
We are fragile branches with no roots here
Here we may be forgotten, but in our country never, the newborn will tell us
We are here number
In our country we are an entity
Let's spend the rest of our lives between parents and neighbors.
Look at the wrinkles of our faces, Look at your head and head. We have become shyban.
I was silent as if her words blew inside a volcano, and smiled when I mentioned the old days and young days
And when we die, we shall have a grave and a witness visited  the parents, to ask God for us forgiveness and forgiveness.

Author's Note

Nostalgia for our country after a long journey in my outside, the land of memories