If seen in our misfortune
I do not want immortality to kiss!
May our love be poisoned
We are tied to the top of the snake.
Let there be famine in both eyes,
Jharuk is again the epidemic of darkness
The language of the poet did not find our love
We are tied to the top of the poem.
I will not dig long tears in my eyes,
If a broken youth cries out,
No more work at the opposite river speed,
Let us come and go without hesitation!
There is no work anymore
Forget when the buds bloom.
Or I will be his representative
What's the harm, you are bakultala!
If I want to go south again
You tell me growing rice in the house!
No more listening to fake river songs,
You cry more than that!
Bindhuk a book tomate tearful!
I will not lift the finger of prohibition,
Good luck in premature love
The cries of our short life!
If seen in our misfortune
I do not want immortality to kiss!
May our love be poisoned
We are tied to the top of the snake!
Futuk is a fiery flower in your body
What's the harm, I'll build in the glands
The language of the poet did not find our love
We are tied to the top of the poem.
writer : Lima
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