وهذه بالأنجليزي
I am fragile, such as bean ice
I'm like a broken wing birds
Haram to wear your skin near
So this time Parting
I buried my heart in the land
Tilia hemorrhage and tears of blood
Any kind of farewell that my love
Tears fell from my eyes
Sani inability to speak
Therefore do not like the touch of love
I have made my head bend and humiliated
Do not let the bleeding wounds
Is your mother seem unfamiliar, baby
Is sadness which passed in the inner you
Tragedies will live with me everywhere
And I would love calculators