Dil Hai Tum Harah

Your soul is yours
Can`t be bought,can`t be sold!
Autumnal leaves with infinite tints lit up
the whole Heaven with mints;Color,color,color
Everywhere,as if the stars had fallen to
Dress to kill the ever-blue-earthen-bowl
Dil hai tum harah;Temples call Sahara
Far,far,far in the regions of love where
Memories and Rememberances drink each other`s
Luck and health;I`ve lost my love in an empty
Wine-cup;Silencing the tears on my eyes
The cat on a hot-tin-roof regains her sights
Rekindling her passion with my bleeding
Smiles!Don`t you go gentle into the good nite
Whoresisters worn in redlights;ready to light
Your candles to burn through all nights!
Come on ,come on,come on,all your soul can be
bought and sold if you only know how to read,
write,ride right,tight cleopatras,helens,
merilyns all day all nite 2 the paths of Pie!