Lab Lar [English translation]

At nights, at nights, I looked at the moon, recalling you my friend

The Lips lips lips lips lips

I've risen, I've risen, I've sat, in each, I've dreamed of you

The Lips lips lips lips lips

The sweet lips, lips

The sugar lips, lips

O sweet lips, the lips

O my soul, sweet lips, lips

Don't narrow your eyes (~ eye-rolling) and eyebrows, come, don't play hard to catch (with flirting) with me, just don't [*]

O my dear, O my soul

Don't narrow your eyes (~ eye-rolling) and eyebrows, come, don't play hard to catch (with flirting) with me, just don't

O my dear, O my soul

Don't play hard to catch with the folk of love, it's not good

The Lips lips lips lips lips

The sweet lips, lips

The sugar lips, lips

O sweet lips, the lips

O my soul, sweet lips, lips

You have revealed, you have revealed my love in the whole world

The Lips lips lips lips lips

You are like, you are like a nightingale, has sung in the garden

The Lips lips lips lips lips

The sweet lips, lips

The sugar lips, lips

O sweet lips, the lips

O my soul, sweet lips, lips

Don't narrow your eyes (~ eye-rolling) and eyebrows, come, don't play hard to catch (with flirting) with me, just don't

O my dear, O my soul

Your beauty, O flower, is all cuteness

This face you have, is a great blessing

I can understand the tendency in the eyes of a competitor

I am a mystic, a sign would be enough (I'm an expert in this field)

O beautiful, O cruelly beautiful

Too bad you didn't appreciate it,

My heart burns, my heart burns, my heart burns

The beauty who doesn't appreciate herself, it's a crime, may one be safe from, may one be safe from

Tell you not to laugh, not to talk to the opponent, do not be cute

How can I say my pretty? That talk and laughter is your custom

O my poor soul

Nightingales are singing, chirp, on flowers in the garden,

Nightingales are singing, chirp, on flowers in the garden,

O beautifully shaped body

You have a place on my eyes

You just ask for my heart

I'll answer: for sure

Don't narrow your eyes (~ eye-rolling) and eyebrows, come, don't play hard to catch (with flirting) with me, just don't

O my dear, O my soul

Don't play hard to catch with the folk of love, it's not good

The Lips lips lips lips lips

The sweet lips, lips

The sugar lips, lips

O sweet lips, the lips

O my soul, sweet lips, lips