You were like the hatred of a stormy night, but I was in love and pure like Mary in the night, but you never saw it, I still owe it to your eyes, I did not tell you anything about the lack of anyone, I stepped into your cold arms, go, O last night lover, I was that exile of the rains, you were free and free like a flight, but my innocence was on my shelf , with a skirt more like the sadness of my cold and strange night
, I did not stand in this mortal world. It is not possible to be a Raziqi in the midst of all these displacements, it is not possible to think of love and romance , still the thought of spring chickens has no meaning other than crying, my heart is strait from this world empty of these cold and starless nights , you are free and free like a flight of mine, but my innocence is on my cross, you are with a more skirted skirt, like the sadness of my cold and strange night , you are free and free like a flight, but I am innocent on my cross.Myun Sai with a skirt more like the sadness of my cold and strange night
