My night is a window without tomorrow My day is the story of loneliness left on the soil and the coast of my fish is a fish far from the sea No one was with my displaced heart for a moment No
city has given me wandering at its gate My Kolim is tired and wandering My nostalgic cloud is full of rain My Koli is tired and wandering My nostalgic cloud is full of rain
My feet were tired from this going My story was the story of breaking my heart Whoever I entrusted to me, I saw that his path was a pity separate from me , the rock should not be destroyed by the rain , crying did not make us complicated, the end of my story was not like everyone else, getting lost in the breath of the wind, my displaced soul after me, the gypsy is in the desert after me , he goes unaware of the end of the road , he is still lonely as always, he is tired and wandering
, I am tired and wandering, I miss the cloud full of rain.
