Now I'm glad that I'm waiting for you!
My son was born already my first child.
It was pretty much like her mother's face.
How happy with her presence.
You make me king in the household I pour it out for you
Oh baby heart, O gem
Great you immediately, my first child.
I've cultivated red wine seeds Also pomegranate seeds But that grows the thorns of hell Must swallow bitter felt Piercing pain to the heart