O Separation Night, like a dark day of the night Keny, my last day, what will you do to the night Zolf Dilbery, my cello Bella and Global sadness, darkness like a night Hurry to my companion of my day I was laughing at my mud. My day I did not come up with a fog I have a tear flood of the night The night like the flower of the walnut on the bed I get away from him.
