With the coming of every evening I say she will come now.
I fall in love so much, I can not stop even for a minute.
Are you my soul, what are you, are you my angel without wings?
Shall I give the sea to the thirsty one in the desert?
My dark-eyed, with a heart gun.
I had you once, I really love love.
But I have a habit,
I treasure your coming, I do not like your going.