Your eyes are neither the color of the seminary nor the color of the heavens like a piece of diamond in the house The darkness is when I have you Your love comes to my dream Your heart of the glass like a Crystal Cup Your heart is empty and pride. Always like the Asmuni Moon Look at my listen to my heart Always like the Asmoni moon Look at my listen to my heart
I do not want God except you who are the wealth of the world When you are in front of my eyes, how beautiful my life is Look at my listening to my heart Always like an Asmoni month Look at my listening to my heart
