The detriment of your eyes, drunk my wine bit your lips, burning and juice Gone, O familiar, my patience is all tired of your city, I will pass and say
If you break, but I dont even have a flock . Slow Burning your lips, burning and juice Gone, O familiar, my patience is all tired of your city, I would pass by your rival
You have no complaint I have my heart I have no break
, O familiar, my patience is all tired of your city, I will pass by your rival, if I have no complaint I have my heart I dont miss you
your fools, my eyes, darkened my wine, my lips Weslam
The finest tightening of your eyes, drunk my wine bit your lips, burning and juice Gone, O familiar, my patience is all tired of your city, I pass
