If I see you in a dream one night, I see a pattern of moonlight in the sea, I see
you laughing again, I see my chest impatient again,
lets take a trip from this plain, winter has returned again in this house
, come and tell you stories, that the period of separation is late,
if one night you come back again, I will throw it at your hair, you
dont know the star but my dear, my heart is waiting
every day and night.Lets take a trip from this plain, winter has returned to this house again
, come and tell you the stories, when the period of separation is late,
I will tell you, come, my dear, who with my eyelashes picked thorns from your feet
, the flower of my life was carried away by the wind, my sweet flower, I do not see your grief, oh, my flower of my life, I
do not see your grief,
let us not travel from this plain, Winter came back again in this house
, come and tell you the stories, when the period of separation is late,
I will tell you, come, my dear, who with my eyelashes picked thorns from your feet, my flower of
life was blown by the wind, my sweet flower, I dont see your grief, oh
, Gul Omar took me to the wind, my sweet flower, I dont see your grief,
lets stop traveling from this plain, winter came back again in this house,
come to I will tell you stories, that the period of separation will be late,
if I see you in a dream one night, I see a pattern of moonlight in the sea, I see
you again, I see you laughing, I see my chest impatient again,
lets make a trip from this plain, winter has returned again in this house,
come and tell you stories, that the period of separation will be late.
