You are the wild deer in the unbridled wilderness of adolescence.
In the face of your shyama, you play in the morning.
Just to listen to you,
A state-of-the-prince waiting endless prince
Your dude like a shalik shalik
But then ......... love your captivity in the wall of silence.
Your life dedicated to the sacrifice
Your smile is like frozen gray brace.
Wet eyes in your water sometimes become sorrowful springs.
I can not find the silver river anywhere, like the evening of dreams or not