The sleeps are interrupted by pains
There's no refuge in quiet places
The Moon is full, so am I
Take my last memory into your heart
This is enough for me, sweetheart
She is married, with children, far away
She deserves happiness the most
The name of this tired, broken story
Is hidden within me
Doves are chatting on the branch
They asked me of separation
I said it is a disaster, fire, snow
I said it is a custom to kill love
I said it is a custom to kill love
She is married, with children, far away
She deserves happiness the most
The name of this tired, broken story
Is hidden within me
She is married, with children, far away
She deserves happiness the most
The name of this tired, broken story
Is hidden within me