My darling make in her dokhona
The design of blooming roses,
O rose! Why do you bloom?
My heart ask, as a bee and butterfly
But answered my sweet darling.
With the design of the roses dokhona
If I look her in the evening, my her has
Somewhere in the sea to sink
I get deep like a dream.
Peaceful and lovely in the morning
You communicate with attraction,
And dancing blonde with the wind
O rose! Make smile on the lips
Darling and I both of us meet.
Let sing the birds in the branch of trees
White clouds in the sky,
From the mountain to see the trees
Rose and I to my darling.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC
My darling make in her dokhona
The design of blooming roses,
O rose! Why do you bloom?
My heart ask, as a bee and butterfly
But answered my sweet darling.
With the design of the roses dokhona
If I look her in the evening, my her has
Somewhere in the sea to sink
I get deep like a dream.
Peaceful and lovely in the morning
You communicate with attraction,
And dancing blonde with the wind
O rose! Make smile on the lips
Darling and I both of us meet.
Let sing the birds in the branch of trees
White clouds in the sky,
From the mountain to see the trees
Rose and I to my darling.
