Sleep the flower of the enamel, baby, who sleeps in the night and dew Minas flower, so much that I am in a bad Crying I cry Sleeping to the star Marys heart ... I broke You dont know in this night bitter crying I still owe your eyes I still owe your eyes You dont have the grief of the Baron Loneliness of a Temple We have not parted Mono in this season of mirrors and light I am here for you The night is not in love Minas flower sleeping in the night My heart was breaking my lips My heart was breaking my lips Minas flower.
