Sweetheart, my heart, my heart is restless with you.
Wayne is waiting for you.
In the hands of this hangover of my grief, there is no choice
In the hands of this hangover of my grief, there is no choice
Except the wind that is in your sorrowful cup
Be a butler in your hand
Have a butler in your hand who worships this drunkard.
Because he stooped down and is still your hangover.
Dont be satisfied, dont burn thirsty
Dont be satisfied, dont burn thirsty
To sip the sweet spring of your guar
Poor heart، poor heart.
Who wasted the plunder of his love
O you who have seen it, let it bleed, for this is your sedition.
O shadow, wait for it to come to your hearts content.
O shadow, wait for it to come to your hearts content.
The wish that is in your heart of hope
