When I knocked on the closed door because of your love , I stayed tired of going and moaning from the heart, I locked my heart and with the cries of crying, at the end when I knocked, I knocked on the broken door until I leaned on the ruins of the heart from the broken door, suddenly the voice of the heart came to the time when you did not go, a flower of love in the hope of what you sat at so much at the foot of the heart of the strange ring to every door of the dead Love in the other openings, depending on the flower of love, do not fill with all these butterflies, if I take his skirt that for Gods sake, leave this prisoner of your grief to calamity, he does not have the purity that I wish if I turn the world upside down from his sorrow , a strange ring to every dead drummer , love in the other openings, close to the flower of love, so many butterflies are full of you. Dont stop, I knocked on the closed door because of your love , I stayed tired of going and moaning from the heart, I locked my heart and with the cries of crying, at the end when I knocked, I knocked on the broken door until I leaned on the ruins of the heart from the broken door, suddenly the voice of the heart came to the time when you did not go, a flower of love in the hope of what you sat at so much at the foot of the heart
