The accumulation of the corner of his eye the cloud,,
Telling me crying.
I know pabona find any more ..
Oh, my dear, you have hariye,, the Meghalaya
Which one are you hiding bodies ..

Will not be able to see you in the eye,,
Yet the mind,, I think something berai
No one in the light jonamka unknown ..

He could not tolerate the mind,,
And he seems to srtbira,,
It increases wear ardor,,
He bisanya kiye pain,,
Think Like a poison thorn in the chest ..