I am tired of walking but I did not reach my destination. I did not get your street, I did not get to get your visit.

I am tired of walking but I did not reach my destination.
I did not get your street, I did not get to get your visit.
The ashes of the time are filled with lemons.
But in the desert of love, I did not get a bridge to anyone.
Talibgar should live above the thorns of red flowers.
I also put my head on stones that I did not get an elbow.
Oh the ocean of love! Give me joy in your chest.
I am not lucky enough to bring you with your hands.
I am eating helicopters, I am rolling around, I am in the bubble of ghosts.
I have smoked a few huts but I could not get a palace.
When my hairs were straightened in the wind of Mehran.
I am longing for Peshawar but Kabul is not my destiny.
I have become pages and pages. On the hands of times.
I was like a flower, but I did not get a fire.
Noor Afridi