, my love, my mother, my love, your love, your heart, I love it, its sunshine, it shines in the horizontal, oh, and in the old age, I hate you, all my life, my hope, you are loyalty and its meaning. Do you give a gift from my Lord? Why do I live to him? What do I give you from this world? Little Ooh What do I remember, my mother, there is nothing I forget, the past holds flowers, and the present is the lip of his lips, still your tenderness in my soul gives him pleasure to take care of how long I stayed in my sickness crying and calling my child and my beloved, my Lord, filled with health. Mother's mother melts in order to live and taste. Good and the sea lasts his gifts Mary O joy of my heart and denounced it Dmana and love and let me Please give me dream ma
