Girls
are like apples
on trees. The best ones
are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree
Apple highest possible that the tree that rust
and boys to Aikhavon fall,
but chose advantageous
ما كل عين تذرف الدمع بأحزان
وما كل من يضحك يعيش بسعاده
كم واحد دمعة على الخد هتان
من زود همه يذرف الدمع عاده
يحاول انه يبتسم قدر الامكان
ويضحك ونار الحزن تحرق فؤاده