I love the love of your drunk eye instead of my Qiblah I worship the flower You both from the Pear and you are a pear Youre sleeping with me If I fell in love with Sadgim I was in love with the refugee I wrote hair with blood I killed
I knew from the beginning of you to Muharram I said I loved and Diwen I loved and I loved it I knew from the beginning I didnt know this today Passing you, O Rama Rama My heart Dead I wrote I wrote hair with blood For the crime of love I have to kill I wrote hair with blood I must kill the lovers crime.
