Give me the flute and sing,

Give me the flute and sing,

Give me the flute and sing, song is the secret of immortality,

and the whimper of the flute remains, even after the end of existence,

Did you ever take the forest like me as a house and never a palace,

and you followed the rivers and climbed the rocks,

Did you bathe in perfume and dry in light,

and you drank the dawn as a wine in glasses of ether,

Give me the flute and sing, for singing is a fine prayer,

and the whimper of the flute remains even after life ends,

Did you sit in the afternoon like me, among the grape vines,

And the grape clusters dangled like golden chandeliers

Did you make your bed on grass and covered by the vastness of space

Humbled by what may come, forgetting what has passed,

Give me the flute and sing, for singing is the justice of the heart,

and the whimper of the flute remains even after the sins have vanished,

Give me the flute and sing, and forget any ailment or medicine,

For people are lines, written, but with water.

اهلا بك miss

بالتوفيق ان شاءالله ومن رائع الى اروع باذن الله

تحياتي واحترامي لك

الله يعطيك العافيةع المجهود الرائع الذي بذلته
والاتحرمنا من جديدك
لك ودي

Give me the flute and sing, T013