The flower of fire is on your lips, you are beautiful, and by God, what a beautiful lips you have, and by God, you have burned our
hearts with that scorched lips
.............. My heart loves your eyes, you are beautiful, and by God, what eyes you have, and by God, you have shaken our
hearts with that sparkle
.............. You
know that you know that your head is a war in the world and you have played a thousand mashalas, you have burned our hearts with that scar, you have played a thousand mashalas with
that sore lips
, you have played a thousand mashalas with the fire on your lips.............. My heart loves your eyes, you are beautiful, and by God, what eyes you have, and by God, you have shaken our
hearts with that sparkle
.............. You know how beautiful the bride of all the flowers, you are more beautiful than these, and you have played with a thousand mashalas, you have burned our hearts with that hot lips, you have played with a thousand mashalas
, the flowers of fire are on your lips, you are beautiful, and by God, what a beautiful lips you have, and by God, you have burned our hearts with that hot lips, you have played with a thousand mashalas.
