New world

When will Nath send an angel of love?

 All conflicts will come to me.



 And those who come to my house

 They rule with fear,

 The distant heart is at the door,

 The rate does not mean, it returns barely.



 When he arrives, he will run to the next one,

 When he arrives, all the bindings will be broken,

 Who will hold the room then?

 He must respond to his call.



 When it comes, come alone,

 Swallow his flower wreath,

 Bind the wreath while dragging

 My heart will be silent.