Love... Like the rain of spring , it always comes unaware, you dont know where it comes from, sometimes it comes in the
form of a herd, sometimes in the form of a sonnet, sometimes in the form of a gift of this heart, sometimes it comes in the form of a gift of this heart, sometimes it comes in the form of a gift of this heart, sometimes it comes in the form of a gift of
this heart,
what is your name? Where is your new love?
Whats your heart, whats your name? Where is your new love?
Whats your heart, whats your name? Where is your new love?
Whats your heart, whats your name? Where is your new love?
What is your heart?! Whats that؟
Say that this love is enduring , do not take care of the heart, leave the
stranger dearer than the acquaintance of tomorrow and tell the hand of tomorrow
what is this lasting love
?! What is it?! What is it?! Whats that؟
Love has come with a basket of flowers more beautiful than dreaming of God, you are more beautiful after this voice of my heart, I am with you until the end of the journey of love,
what is your name? Where is your new love? What is your heart,
what is your name? Where is your new love?( The heart that comes unaware) Your heart (the heart that comes unaware) What is your name? (The heart that comes unaware) New Love (The Heart That Comes Unawares) Where Is Your Blood? (The heart that comes unaware)
What is your heart? (The heart that comes unaware) New Love (The Heart That Comes Unawares) Where Is Your Blood? (The heart that comes unaware) Your heart (the heart that comes unaware)
