Bench on the terrace of my house

At dusk it melts and turns gray When the sun came up, he was very tired and didn't want to sit down to talk anymore
The flashes of night then no longer provide ultimatums and fear
Even though the window was closed, it didn't let me in

The chairs on the terrace are very comfortable if you are next to them
The pain became so severe that when the sun came he still wanted to sit down I've moved on Trying to dry the wound and trying to knit it again
There is no you and the sun I'm still hanging in there Shouting in longing for the souls who have gone

God thank you I say...
You made him my friend...
Thanks God….
You made him my light...
So that it is clear which way I take my steps... Give him Your light and add to his beauty
Give him Your voice and increase his wit and wisdom
Give him Your wealth and increase his sustenance
Give him Your way and open his soul mate
Give him Your breath and prolong his life
He was last night Smile in my dreams.