Say, we don’t need to talk
Instead,
I shall cuddle in your arms
And take a good nap,
Expecting a kiss on the forehead
When I’m awake.
Say, we don’t need to talk
Instead
I shall silently steal in the backseat
And stay still
For the entire ride,
Expecting a warm embrace
In the morning
When we first stop for a walk.
Say, we don’t need to talk
Instead,
I shall put on my red skirt and
leather-soled shoes
And dance for you
One single dance
- the dance of Qismah-
Our last moment of
happiness and joy,
As the fortune-teller says
this night ride can only end
in Hell.