Queen of the beauties

You are the queen of beauties I read it in your eyes. I read and my perspective is good I wove a golden cage from my mind. The sunflowers sang in my ears They got tired of talking, it didn't end... Nightingale crying in Alamza. My life did not end The content of the story in your eyes, If I were a poet, I would cry. That old wounded heart of mine I wished with the lines. My mind is dressed in crimson Have you seen the fairies? From the roads that planted flowers from my pain Are you spreading life into the universe? A withered leaf that sings poetry on your paths, Brings music to my ears. When your musical voice Does it mean you love me? [outro] [end]