The heart is tired of the tiredness of your voice pain Slowly come, my heart under the pitfoot This pure wind you have, in your eyes Slow, my heart under the pitfoot your love and loyalty, that seal and your stamp Adatte Slow Come on, My Heart Under the Patte
I used to see from the knowledge of love. I have the name of my name Tired of the tiredness of the sound of the sound Come on, my heart This pure wind you have, in your eyes Slow, my heart under the pitfoot
I used to see the soil I have arrived Give my jam, fallen and my cheap Ramm My name Give my name, fallen, and my cheap Ramim My name My heart is more tired of fatigue Slowly, Come on, my heart, my heart
