Basima Bela [English translation]

the smell of your skin is giving pain to man every moment

the tissue of my soul (you), don't turn away from me

i am burning inside, your leaving be trouble again

i didn't count it as i know, that how many leaving of my love

to feel the pains

i know to spend the haert

to as be silent, bend down front of me

accept it don't tire me

it is getting trouble on my head, it is wasting the heart

this heart is believed every pain, is it killing me

that you see my face last, that you kiss my skin last

that you sparate you and me last , this is destroying me too