Roofs of Heratu / ClaudiaRogowicz

Roofs of Heratu

Let's wander the roofs of Herat,
Don't let me open my eyes,
Don't let me have the present.

Let the stars burn,
I see those people,
Minaret towers,
laughter in the courtyards,
viziers in the robes of stars.

Let the sun no longer rise,
Give me the keys and a cup of water!
I can't leave!

They praise me in heaven,
Allah will help,
When the city turns to nothingness.