Whichever I say that I
break my hopes and love, the house of
which I think I smile
when I smile , pain in my chest, the
color of cursing, I
come to the red , goes to the
blaze forever, but why, ,
Why am ,, but in all of them
dinete dream to think about
why I got that ,, silent
as if maricika, I make a mistake I
lost the house today ,,, pherechi
much hope that love citat ,, child
each time the indignation now ,,,
too would love you too ,,
maybe not my destiny ,, you on
why I'm alone in the visitor's eyes burning ,,
Do not you see how valuable you are to me ,,
pray thee, thy mind sarakhana, ,,,
As far as you can stay, every corner,
Love with happiness,
I do not know the house with sorrow, who is my and who is after me!
When the moon is sunk, in the nights of the night
alone, the depressed sky
or the stars of the far lower side of the pale -
my only you, or your
lonely chin?
The depth of the forest, vacuum is less?
The way is spread in the middle of the path as much illusion
Dashara, in the dark, crying night,
spreading the light across the world,
hand on hand.
Love with sadness, joy
play with chaos in the house with water, the lonely lanes
In the secret of the chest
, I built a house of sadness - the
single bird of distress
---- fly in the sky.
And with a flute, a little bit of time
---- sing songs of Birah.
Happily, I took the bird of sadness in the land of sorrow
