Arrange the flowers; Everyday in the evening
Put some white black flowers,
I never dreamed before, you know?
You said, the dreamers are Barongin.
You have to talk about my colorful dreams
I see so much neglect in your fracture!
I was just stupid to say.
To hear the story in your mouth,
Think about the moon thinking about the sun
The stars of flowers that fall in the springs; Both hands were filled!
I would say to throw them down,
-Maybe! Not a nice one! '
Asking the question of surprise,
-Why do they dislike so much?
I would say,
They are very jealous and arrogant.
Do not see, the moon is depressed heavy!
They leave him alone; How do you laugh so lightly? '
Surprisingly,
-Oh ... so?
How many dreams do you have to show color in words?
And I saw the explosion; I thought you were the king.
One day, Tilak of Chandan wanted to put on your forehead.
When that's cool; Touching the dust, spreading on your forehead
Remove one's hair hair
I made the index finger to tilak the forehead!
Immediately bitter feeling bitter!
-Or ... hey ... what are you doing?
Hand bracelet stopped at the end of a long word, - 'I mean?'
Is the love of the bride?
Thus, can you show respect? '