Hey boy! It's your sunglass
That tells me, "Helen, you are so marvellous!"
I am not Helen, not at all,
Is it love that makes you to do wrong call?

Hey boy! It's your lips burnt by cigarette,
Like the allied foeces of second world war to target
The German **** camp for destruction,
And to spread in the world love, divine emotion.

Hey boy! It's your fashionable wristwatch
That tells me, "O queen! Come and take my touch.
I move around you as the clock does,
Only a boy in this heart makes me buzz.

A landslide love benumbs the whole universe sorrounding,
Among the rustle of fallen leaves painful past is sounding.
Who has given me a skyful love?
All the time an illusory song is being sung by a dove.