O wing of my heart, Muharram my secret I am without you only like the Naklan from the separations I gave a garden of my mirror my chest my chest Remember the bright house of the heart I dew and morning on the leaf of the flowers in my anxiety because the atmosphere is only with the enthusiasm of my heart God. Crack like a winged and broken heart in my chest My heart in my chest in the cage cage
A wing of my heart, my secret, my need, my need, my need to burn my burn every night, remember your heart lamp God burn the garden of God without God.
