I lost you in the city of words

I lost you in the city of words

Unknown darkness

I can't even swim, cool leaves!

to get off...

A short shadow passes through

find the sun

Picchal raised his hand and regained his sense of life.

I touched all the fingers of zero in surrender

How many villages of Asan are Geram Path.

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Bhuvanchi Arshaktim curved lips,

Streets, processions, chanting

Carcass drifting in the rare spring air;

No burnt incense scent, gone...

Tears are pouring everywhere!

The exception to the rule spins a weak stick…

And all the paved paths,

The Hawaii of the angry mob is sweet;

Wet clouds sleep on the mat of happiness!

The market is burning and darkness is flying.

Lack of oil in thousands of slices of trouble,

I did not want happiness in the torn dream

The smell of salt in the past is at the tip of the nose

Chidechapata people's chest pocket burning blow!

How much Kotal in the hour of Jhulkali sound,

Can dreams flow like clouds?