The wound of the sword of the comrade cannot be healed, the
love of the lover is not hidden in his eyes,
my heart is the glass of my friend, a stone kiss with the
body of the glass, the
words of that heart cannot be spoken, but the two colors
of his face are herds, but his heart is
enough of a stone that is unkind without your love
, one day he will be alone and alone,
I will leave, I will leave here, I do not want to die in love, it is a
pity that when he comes back, I will be very old
, I will leave here, I do not want to die in love, it is a
pity that When he comes back, Im very old,
whatever I said, I love him, he didnt believe me, he
didnt make me feel better with a kiss, I
wish he would fall in love one day so that he would know
what he didnt do with me, he didnt talk about
that heart, but his face is two-colored, he
complains, but his heart is
enough that your lovelessness is unkind, one day he will
be alone and lonely,
I will leave, I will leave here, I dont want to die in love, its a
pity that when he comes back, I will be very old
, I will leave here, I dont want to. Dying in love,
its a pity that when he comes back, Im very old, he was faithful, he was divine, he loved us, he was divine, he was on the way, he was divine, he was with me, he was
divine, I
am leaving, I am leaving, I am
dying, pity, I am very old when he comes back.
