My heart is like the home of the Baruneh Sea Eye like dying, but the ease of the anemone
My pain is not one or two My pain is not a stranger. I am strange I dont love anyone here The mourning of my love of the mountain of the mountain My heart of the glass I was the last lover of you You are a man and after you the love of you You are the end of the mirage and love and regret We ran to the nights full of stories tied our fate but we finally disappeared.