NAZILA

سکوتی در فریاد تنهاییم

فریادی از کوچه های کودکانه

نمی دانم به کدامین سخن بگویم دوستت دارم

ولی ... نمی دانم ...

اصلا زندگی بدون احساس زیبایی ها احساس بوی گل ... نمی دانم شاید بی معنی ترین شیوه زندگی باشد و من اینگونه بودم تا قبل از اینکه .... زیباترین زیبایی را زیباترین احساس ها به انسان هدیه می کنند !

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When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;

You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.