Nightingale sings,
Not one, from lemon tree
One who live within us
Trapped in us, not free
Not one, from lemon tree
One who live within us
Trapped in us, not free
It sings songs of our days
Some of cold , some of hazes
From untold pages
All from different stages
Some of cold , some of hazes
From untold pages
All from different stages
On silent roads
Under street light
It comes out of you
Now its not out of your sight
Under street light
It comes out of you
Now its not out of your sight
You never told
That day you were so cold
Your could not understand
It was your soul ,you sold
Nightingale sings,
Songs of our sadness and rages
Sings the song of loneliness
Songs of our sadness and rages
Sings the song of loneliness
It sings to our war and wages.
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