Im the girl who sits at your feet in memory of your love, I dont have a heart for anyone, a souvenir photo in a corner of her room , she sits in the frame of her heart, she sits at night until dawn , she cant get tired of that photo of love, the
red flowers of the garden have made my heart young, separation from your gaze has made me crazy, my eyes have gone crazy and I sewed at the photo, your look is love, in the photo, she laughs at me, she has a feeling that your eyes are my eyes and my face. Someone else will come
and call my name again, dove of love, and let go again, put on the curtain of velvet, wine, and candles to celebrate our love, wear it for the celebration of our love, I am the girl who sits at your feet, in memory of your love, your heart is not tied to anyone, a souvenir photo in a corner of her room , she sits in the frame of her heart , she sits at night until dawn , she talks with that picture of love. I cant get tired
of the poets of my love and I read your love ring and I put my head on your shoulders I know you from me again I know you from me again I know you from me again The red flower of the garden has made my heart young and separating from your gaze has made my eyes crazy and I have sewn to the picture Your look is love You are laughing at me in the picture It is a feeling that your eyes are closing my eyes and on someone else
