My nerves are tense
And this heart is his hair
After the harvest and to drag
Get out of it
The problem is short
I lived by his generosity but died
On the next wound I am used to
Get out of it
Get out of it
His wisdom ended up in his mind
Khalani is like crazy
Hear them follow what you know
My love came to me
Melit of the universe
Melit of this kufoon