we are the reaper of the longing
who let loneliness
overgrown us
the loser of the altar of love
do not hesitate laughed at night
and proudly
we strip the day in the charm of kuldi fruit
but the soul languishes,
alienated by time
the pledge wrestled through the night prayer
black and white waiting for the rest of contemplation
was promised to wait on the porch of the house
along with a story overgrown with longing
Then allow it in the air
I leave empty space faithful
waiting disambangi rest of love
which I can not possibly forget
you looking so nice
Thank you