I gave up the death sentence!
How do you know the culprit, I do not know yet;
Of course I used to be hostile, not only harp,
Miraculous, loving, playing. That was in tune
In the spring you are deep in the spring, calm jhilale,
Neelima in the field. Is this my crime?
I have night and day with a perfect one
Make love dreams, it breaks and cracks.
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If you send me into exile, then the riot is terrible.
From your vicinity, away from sight,
If you move away from the wheel - this punishment, say,
More than the dead, more than the hard?
Do you want to see my eyes always?
Chao my heart khata kure kure-kure?