You do not reject nor you are Tibetan Hand with my hand who both clamping me Freedom and freedom Neither Zandoni nor exile Our two criminals How much life I do I am missing To be A Umrah Under this Ceiling See you with me go anywhere in this world doubt you You are You are not me until go You have to renounce me There is no confidence to me Doom with you Sweet Youre Losting the way and No hope we find it I kiss these hands Lets be together A Umrah under this ceiling See you with me go anywhere in this world doubt you without me.
