I remember yearnings, so long agoHiding in your helping hands, feeling lowEvery line I know, every song I learned by heartYou stopped the flow from my bleeding soulAfter lover's grief had torn it apartYour comfort and your purity encouraged meTo keep my dreams alive, to stand up to the stormIn your tenderness, in your peacefulness you smiledYou were so strong in your moralityAnd so lovely like a childHeart of gold turned to stoneHeart so old stop to pray"Salman must die! The arrow's on its way!"What has become of you, which devil burned your mindI know in wintertime it's hard to catch a leafIn your loneliness, in your rain you saw no lightYou who healed so many wounds, were killed in the fightTorturers must have robbed your corpseTorturers taught you to pray"Salman must die! The arrow's on its way!"I can't believe my earsIt's not true what you sayIt's not you. You prayThe divine satanic verses revealed satanic mindsA grey old man without a smile, the cheering mob behindInside their blinded hearts, mercy rebels in vainAnd their hate destroys unrestrainedIs this a world you like, a heaven on earth, my friendTeaser and the firecat would've been tortured 'til the endI hope your god is merciful, more merciful than youSad Lisa won't trust you no moreHeart of stone return to goldHeart so old stop to pray"Salman must die! The arrow's on its way!"I can't believe my earsIt's not true what you sayIt's not you. You prayBack in his hiding place, a poet tries to cryLast lines on a yellow sheetSo cold without you, love