The cut on my chest, It hurts you Maybe again When I am tired, the traveler, Maybe then in my lap Sohag will fall in love You cried that day Charan will be pressed to the chest with arms tied You will understand that day by kissing and worshiping.
The cut on my chest, It hurts you Maybe again When I am tired, the traveler, Maybe then in my lap Sohag will fall in love You cried that day Charan will be pressed to the chest with arms tied You will understand that day by kissing and worshiping.