Can you see you, but not to love you Cant you forget your name Cant make it one hundred thousand sonnets Cant be a hundred times for you
From you to a hint, from me to running from me I am watching the insult
I am the most thirsty for your clear spring I have been defeated by this war I have killed my good mood to God I have nothing to say for you to be Fedat I will be rooted in me. When you slaughtered
from you to a hint, from me to a joke from you to a joke, buying you
Can you see you but not to die Cant you forget your name I could not say one hundred thousand sonnets. Running from you to a joke, buying from me to buy
All my desires in my head and feet All my pleasure to watch
