Doctor! Do not touch to my wound
Get (her) the one, who made me go through these hassles.
I wont accept if a day is missing (from my life which I lost).
Bring the one, who stole my life,
Go, search and find, grab the hair and drag her to me.
A darkness converting my soul into something else.
Sounds like a mimicry voice recalling, from my violin.
Even if they give me the earth, that wont make any difference in my eyes.
Bring me my beauty-bird that has a violin like eyelashes
Go, search and find, grab the hair and drag her to me
She shows no mercy to ones tears so,
No need to look for the cure in vain
but if/when I die to my grave bring
bring the one who caused my life with the pain
Mercy to her be patient to don't brake senses
For the sake of this love don't brake her heart
But be quick, before this soul passes away from this body.
Get the cure to the poor hassling.
Go, search and find, grab the hair and drag her to me
Get the cure to the poor hassling.
Go, search and find, grab the hair and drag her to me.
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