On the peaks of a mesquite green
sadly sang a jilgero
and desia in his songs
so sad
how it harms a love trasee
As little as I could understand him
they are their pains just like mine
Because if I knew I wanted to
without thinking that you would forget me
Come back
good of my life
Look, I suffer for your abandonment
Come back
beloved garment
For the past
I forgive you.
Waiting for you to come back with me
I will come every night of the moon
Even if it's your wanting my punishment
or flat out send me to the grave
Come back well of my life
Look, I suffer for your abandonment
Come back, darling garment
For the past, I forgive you.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)