The bitter moment is My dear, my dear ... is not my hand to God If I have tears, wherever I am, your eyes like a shadow with me Silence my moments with your story I have to go I have to ... My head behind me ... behind me ...
As long as I have a breath I read from you and my love I read ... I do not forget my kindness my kind ...
I must go to Khatun I I This night You I dont go back from the city of your memories my heartfelt ...
