In the good and clean courtyard of your blood remaining your memory Say on your two eyes My kisses are empty my good, my dear The enthusiasm of your visit is burn all my existence Meet Maa The Pak Maha To the stars, to light up the light of the light and the sound of love Tell the angels, maybe from the garden of God to the flower Take me from me I have been my love Take me from me I have been fascinated by you Make me Rahaha
