Even if you leave my hand
my love would enough to me,
I would get thirsty for your kiss,
I would divert myself but I wouldn't tell you.
I would say; maybe it's a lie, a game
I would feel frightened, anyhow
Worse luck that the rains
has penetrated you inside.
Isn't that hatred,
all of the love makings are pretended.
It's as if you were not the half of
my bed.
I would feel cold, even if I embrace.
My rebellion is for my burning, even the death hushes
Is that you who turned and left, hey woman
my pride falls down
just so look at my face,
don't trample me, love.