Color of the leaves of wearing dokhona
On the waist, with abwi danga
O dear you go to pluck vegetables
I am seeing on the whole way.
Long black hair and beautiful out
Very shy with your pink lips,
Tooth split in show
You greetings to me.
O dear you pluck vegetables every day to go
Vegetables fern, leaves of taro,
Sometimes, and bhutua shibung manimuni etc...
Sweet seasons of sing song.
I loved you
Nature's calm in the soul,
Your eyes pointed at the fights
I saw in your eyes.
Smiling become quickly
You grab the fish go to waterfall,
Sometimes to go pluck vegetables cultivation of land
My edge and become shy.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
Color of the leaves of wearing dokhona
On the waist, with abwi danga
O dear you go to pluck vegetables
I am seeing on the whole way.
Long black hair and beautiful out
Very shy with your pink lips,
Tooth split in show
You greetings to me.
O dear you pluck vegetables every day to go
Vegetables fern, leaves of taro,
Sometimes, and bhutua shibung manimuni etc...
Sweet seasons of sing song.
I loved you
Nature's calm in the soul,
Your eyes pointed at the fights
I saw in your eyes.
Smiling become quickly
You grab the fish go to waterfall,
Sometimes to go pluck vegetables cultivation of land
My edge and become shy.
