When it is now, O new spring wind, the nightingale has risen, the cry of restlessness of
the flower has nothing to do with the face of your charm among the flowers, like a flower among thorns, O treasure of medicine, pass over the tired,
take the balm and leave us wounded , another life, we must live another life after death, we must go through this lifetime after death... We have lived this lifetime... Hope, hope, hope...
When it is now, O new spring wind, the nightingale has risen, the cry of restlessness of
the flower has nothing to do with the face of your charm among the flowers, like a flower among thorns, O treasure of medicine, pass over the tired,
take the balm and leave us wounded , another life, we must live another life after death, we must go through this lifetime after death... We have lived this lifetime... Inside Hope, Inside Hope, Inside Hope, Inside Hope...
