O night, your dream has become colored, your chest has become heavy with your perfume, you have weighed on my eyes, my happiness has become wide, I have forgiven my happiness, I have forgiven my happiness, I have been overwhelmed with sorrow, I have been mixed
with passion and poetry, all this fire has been poured into my poetry,
lala, lala, lala, lala
The rain that has become the body of the soil of my existence has cleansed me of pollution, O the beating of my burning body, a fire in the shadow of my eyelashes , love when it awakened in my chest from the desire, my feet to my head, I have been sacrificed, O I have poured out all this fire on my poetry
, Lala Lala,
a bright sigh, a sunrise without sunset, the lands of the south, a sigh of dawn, fresher than a fresher spring. When love woke up in my chest from the desire, my feet to my head were sacrificed, oh I was mixed with passion and poetry, so much fire was poured into my poetry
