Samza Ma brokhada

Tides

Above all.

Above all, all was within us.

Above all in life, heaven stays above while angels visit below.

 

My words say, my words say…

Above all, what is a gentle heart if it has never been scratched?

Above these titles, am I really close to you?

Am I the rain for your garden?

Above all, brother, does your heart beat for me?

 

Above all—