Flowers are not good girl.
You have to give flowers by taking flowers,
You have to give life like flowers.
Those who take the flowers are
Those who pass the flowers
They go through the wrongs,
They get the pedigree of the stars.
You flowers, girl! Bhania in the Air
Smog is disproportionately nadnar with the wind.
The load of flowers that bhite the hill Nare
Blows wind moves up and down at the bar.
By of flowers that Dharani Dulia,
Bhomar Pakhar Lotte on the ground in shock.
How did you bhibbe the flowers?
Flowers are never fulere bhite nare.