Tahtihou Dajha

de Salatin Al Tarab Orchestra

Scarlet waves in quiet halls
A muffled cry, a distant call
It lingers there, between the seams
A quiet ghost of broken dreams

I touch the red, it burns my hand
A fleeting taste I can’t withstand
It pulls me closer, it drags me in
To face the blood beneath the skin

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