Yana Yana [English translation]

Her hands are delicate, subtle beautiful

Give me a bowl of water , my problem is so bad

My eyes had kept to look behind the road

I can not tell you my conditions

I'm a propeller butterfly in the hand of love

Turn your face to me, see that I went mad

Since long my way is toward you

I cannot say that I depend on you

If the love you called is to get burn

I was become ash by keeping to get burn

Your moonlighted face has hit through the night on me

Your beauty makes me crazy

Come on don't do such breaking up would not be

That in me this problem of you is worse than thousand of