This dream doesn't come back to you, to me
I was your slave madly
I don't cry anymore, look my wound is closed
Crying is with turn, with turn
Your words are like a stranger's words
Did your heart stop beating my beauty or, is not beating to me?
Is love or pride reigning on you?
Does ever someone leave who loves with his/her heart?
Does love not wasted? Does it know law
Tell me, does leave someone who loves with his/her heart?
This dream doesn't come back to you, to me
I was your slave madly
I don't cry anymore, look my wound is closed
Crying is with turn, with turn