In the ghazal's cage,
words alone are not enough,
In the ghazal's cage,
words alone are not enough,
The heart's own blood is needed,
for the poem's effect.
The weather of your city,
weather, weather, weather, weather, weather...
The weather of your city,
the weather of your city, feels so sweet,
the weather of your city, feels so sweet,
if I steal an evening, would it displease?
If I steal an evening, would it displease?
The weather of your city.
If you must drown, if you must drown,
then drown with such peace,
if you must drown, then drown with such peace,
drown, drown, drown, drown, drown, if you must...
if you must drown, then drown with such peace,
that even the waves, near and around,
that even the waves, near and around,
should never know.
That even the waves, near and around, should never know.
The weather of your city.
If it were in your power,
if it were in your power, then forget me,
if it were in your power, then forget me,
forget me, forget me...
if it were in your power, then forget me,
in forgetting you, perhaps time is all I need,
in forgetting you, perhaps time is all I need,
the weather of your city, feels so sweet.
I don't know what is, I don't know what is,
in someone's sad eyes,
I don't know what is in someone's sad eyes,
even if they turn away, they don't seem faithless,
even if they turn away, they don't seem faithless,
the weather of your city.
From our love, from our love,
a world now burns,
from our love, a world now burns,
from our love, a world now burns,
pray, pray...
that no enemy's curse may touch us,
pray that no enemy's curse may touch us,
the weather of your city, feels so sweet,
if I steal an evening, would it displease?
The weather of your city.
The weather of your city.
The weather of your city.
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