You have left you, God, that I believe in my belief that I believe not all love As the city is not crowded The sun is not the truth of the truth All love is not lies not a lie I am not lied to Burns Well The prostrate for me is a need for me for me For me there is a need for me There is a need for me There is a need for me Madota Madota I have a good idea A side of the sea
I burn from Baksi I made Battuns to know the gem I know the gem My Qiblah is no more time prostrate for me a need for me I need a need for me Need you You put you, O God, that I have been to me I believe that my belief is not all lies The city is not crowded The sun is not the truth of the truth All love is not lies I am not lying I am not lied to Time Impress the prostration for me is a need for me There is a need for me There is a need for me for me There is a need for me a need for me
