Aya Hob

A spoken-sung address to love itself: "oh, love." A love left far away, longing as the only wish, and the line that everything is easy to bear if longing brings people together. In the world, the speaker says, everything becomes bearable, but life means nothing for a lover without the beloved. Thanks to you, love, the tears are in my eyes; your absence has shaken me, and without you I would not exist. After you I spent all my patience. The distance is not in our hands, it is God's decree and the decrees of fate. He ends with a prayer: let me meet her, and let her say, this is the one I wanted.