"Sarma" , you draw crimson to your eyes, it becomes a poetic moment, you wound my instrument, my wound becomes a song, I tell the story of the story from you, you who are the king of privani, you can make me like a dream, until you bring me to love
, it is time for the vein of the story to bleed from your presence, my time is grateful, let it take our makeup, do not disappoint me from love, I who broke your leg, be like me, simply like the palm of my hand , be like me, like a mirror, to this song Be a night breaker, like the moonlight, turn the stars night after night.
