As much as the letters That are in the lovers names I love you As much as the seconds And the minutes And the years I love you
As much as the concerns that are in hearts of mankind As much as the eyes that are darkened by sleeplessness However much my heart complained from the fire of your love However much the night spoke of the length of your absence As much as the letters that are in the names of the lovers As much as the tears that are in the eyes of the wounded I love you
Why is the is the moon precious to me? Maybe because in its light and farness there is something from you Why is the winter in my heart sad? Maybe because its coldness in its cruelty there is something from you Why do I adore the clouds' whiteness? Maybe because they are like my heart in farness from you Why does the rain take pity on me? Maybe because it is like my tears in my farness from me Why when you move far away from my eyes do I worry for you and return it to you
Why when I see the sky am I jealous of the many stars Maybe because as much as the sky and as much as the stars I love you Ah I love you
My heart and my eyes what's happening If a tear dropped from my eyes one day on me What would happen if my worry for you reassures you And I was afraid oh you who are cruel to me What would happen if one night you had insomnia What would happen if it tortured you throughout the separation What would happen if one day I abandoned you And came again one day and you told me you missed me What would happen if I reproached you reproached me And you forgave me and forgave yourself What would happen if you told me: As much as the letters in the names of the lovers I love you I love you I love you