The sound of the birds, the dew sitting in the flowers of the flowers you and the Barono, remember those days of Eidu The voice of the birds, the dew sitting the flowers You and Barono, I remember the night of Eid. Fajr You came to the garden of the heart, now I stayed and my heart When I get your hands and hands, when I sit next to you The world is small for my heart, I and I see myself and in the high throne I love you, I love you. I, Come on, O Fairy Tales Come on, Lady of my Tales, Let me again Take me with you to the stories, to give birth to my voice A fighter flower, I love you I love you.
