All night it moans,
It perishes in reminiscences all
the time…
My emotions doesn't listen to me…
There is some cognizance, some
alcoholism too…
Some sleepiness and oblivion with
it…
But my heart doesn't know
something…
It was mine some days ago, but
feels appropriate with somebody else today,
The mad heart doesn't comprehend…
Sometimes it remains silent,
Sometimes it chants…
It tells respectable things about
you without a consent…
Unknown is the true you, whether
you're some truth or a dream
All it sees is that it's livid
for you…
She’s in my every single mood,
She’s scattered on all my heart…
She’s in for the rest of the life…
The way water wets during rain,
Like a dream…
Which is being expressed from
heart to heart…
This heart is your antique love…
This mad heart doesn't comprehend…