Rain of shravan

By willingly to see the night ,

Plead by the rain of Shravan ,

And if it is with your heart , you would think it somewhere .

Willing to fly , and to travel ,

By the morning it is a dark sun .

Sweet , sweet , and sweet , flanks .

She wants to see the afternoon and see it;

You want to walk in the parallel route;

Let them go away , so that they leave alone.

You want to live in the past mistakes;

By willingly to make matters seem difficult.

Every time it comes with the earth ,

All stories of life ended up.