How deep is the Arabian sea?
Oh! I will tell you the defined decree;
Its not blue at all, its just green;
Its not for the girl i love, neither you nor me,
This city kills the tides with prural marquee;
Let this city ruin and the Arabian sea die,
Only if beside my side my love lies.
Holy rivers and unattempted mountains
Lovers meet in fictious fountains,
They sing songs and hum like bees
Know no one can but they can see;
Sure do this happen only in movies,
For what i lead is a fictional life.
Oh! what should happen I shall tell thee;
The city must destroy, the urbans must die,
Die must the mothers and their babies,
No excuse is reasonable when i am the thee.
For if must, we should see
She would be the shore and i would be the sea.
Well I have the weapon for free,
For her to be only by me,
I can wait for her, in the spring decree, love
Even more but not as much more as the Arabian sea.
