Tis nothing, the heart, but red glass.... Tis nothing, the heart, but red glass....

The wind blows, to the west side of the Nile. The wind blows, to the west side of the Nile.

But only, in his eyes, She gives me hope. But only, in his eyes, She gives me hope.

the broken pieces I put together the broken pieces I put together

of my heart who tasted fire, of my heart who tasted fire,

Me, to the world of peace. Me, to the world of peace.