Qool

The title is a command: "say it." A love song of surrender. His heart is in her hands; he asks her to listen to the beat that says her name. His heart fell in her path the day he found her, speech went silent, and his eyes did the talking. He sits between fear and love, with her inside his veins. He was locked in his own small clock, the same old face repeating, and then she entered like a breeze over wounds, quiet, and his heart waved to her. He asks her to feel what is inside her, to come closer, and not to leave. A small memory comes back: her laugh on a festival day. The English lines admit that he is not sure how to say all that he feels.