You traveled In the wounded ship No longer a fascinating word Batu, I am a resurrection Batu, until the resurrection You traveled to you You are the wounded wrestling No longer a fascinating letter Dont write Stranger unless you are attached to you Come on to Kiss a kiss Sadness that I have been thrilled by the sadness
You traveled to the wounded The wounded No longer a fascinating word The wound is no longer a talker Batu, my hero to the resurrection Batu, until the resurrection, I have become idolatrous I swear by your drunk eyes I read the day and night I have been a cup of your hand This id on you Break the idol on you Rome read from any house I get from you My heart is a bowl of home The news for you The Night of the Hijran without you the moonlight for you
