Our era, an era of deception, an era of strange names
An era of withering flowerpots, an era of black umbrellas in the rain
Our city is bustling, all its promises are lies
Its skies are filled with smoke, the hearts of its lovers are bruised
I wish we could sit in a boat amidst the poppies in the drought
Let's cast our hearts into the sea, you and I, utterly alone
Our homes are full of fences, curtains behind every window
Cages filled with birds, lips without smiles
Eyes are houses of questions, being kind is impossible
Neither inclined towards love, nor anyone thinks of Layli
We go so far that the shore becomes unaware of you and me
We sail together, we stay there forever
A place where neither its sky, nor the sound of its people
Neither its sorrow, nor its hustle and bustle, nor the flowers of its flower sellers
There is no iron like there, there is no iron like there
So you see, remember this, let nobody else know
If we were alive tomorrow, our promise would be by the sea
So stay alive always, our promise is by the sea