I am sad, black nights, far from fish neither companions nor companionship, except the plaintiffs drop except the flame of the sigh sigh with the burning of affection, the heart Jews the heart what to do with the fire of regret s heart O comfort to John, make my solution, to a message, to look at the sadness of the lips, On the heart of the night you certify
neither the companion nor the companion except the tear drops except the sigh flame
