I wake up at midnight and make love without reason
my man, I get on with these little issues and I'm burnt
my man, I get on with these little issues and I burn
mute people takes my advice , I'm the brain of the butterflies
every night I come back from far places by ship
they call my little name , I flow from small decanter
my man, I get on with these little issues and I burn't
my man, I get on with these little issues and I burn
My name is ''ebruli'' (some kind of art style from Ottoman Empire)
a little bit real, a little bit dream
enjoy my lies, the earth doesn't gyrate without love
My name is ''ebruli''
a little bit real, a little bit dream
enjoy my lies, the earth doesn't gyrate without love
my heart is a borehole of love, I go off the road everyday
my man, I get on with these little issues and I'm burnt
my man, I get on with these little issues and I burn
mute people takes my advice , I'm the brain of the butterflies
every night I come back from far places by ship
You forget my past, I keep it on my mind
my man, I get on with these little issues and I'm burn't
my man, I get on with these little issues and I burn