I have a kissing air, from my red lip I have nothing else to do, I have nothing else to see you, I will put my lips to get out of the lips, to get a flower garden
When the hello, in the garden of the bride I say, Modi Mawch, Answer Nooch Nooch
Autumn is no longer a yellow season Burning winter, not cold weather When the kiss kissing is spring hot warm garden itself Mod Mawch, Answer Nooch Nooch Whatever I say, you answer Nooch Nooch
My friend, you are my dear with me, yeah you are I want God to be with you, you are my bride Midi Noch Nooch Whatever I say, Modi Nooch Nooch
