Cry, you have seen in the blood, moan, hatred is in the broken throat, the one who was my companion and companion is gone, it is difficult to go without you with tired legs,
when you left, the pulse of the moment became silent, my stature became acquainted with breaking, when you left, the door was opened to the story , the story of sadness became an endless story, I wish you would put your
head on my shoulders, my dear, I wish you would stay, O my last hope,
I will never believe this separation .I cant believe that you left if you didnt come,
you went and you went to my house, your voice , my companion, my memory,
I wish you would put your head on my shoulder, my dear, I wish you would stay, oh my last hope,
