Your eyes are like the spring rain
I'm sick of all the nights whith nice Dreams
I intend to come without you
Basil Scented my moiety you are
You're my remedy Come
Written on my forehead you're my tender one
I can't love the lie I did not like
I can't cheat you on Hand
I learned love from your eyes
I've been like you
Respect my love I'm waiting
I am listening to a sad folk song from the wind
I Passed my season but I can't leave you
I am listening to a sad folk song from the wind