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Cruel
White skin, red roses hair
Nightingales in her laughter
Her eyelashes are black tulls
I fell for that beauty
Not the eye, embroidery, blessed
What I have is not love, worship
Finally, she loved someone else
And I'm fired from eternal bliss
Watch my miserable state, it's getting evening for me
Friends are fewer, time is wasted on empty talk
I became a wanderer, a punk in the city of abandonment
Cruel, don't you have a God?
My beloved's eyes are high, I have a dry love
My opponents are making comparisons, oh dark-hearted beloved
Snow fell on my hair in my youth
Cruel, you don't have a God
Not the eye, embroidery, blessed
What I have is not love, worship
Finally, she loved someone else
And I'm fired from eternal bliss
Watch my miserable state, it's getting evening for me
Friends are fewer, time is wasted on empty talk
I became a wanderer, a punk in the city of abandonment
Cruel, don't you have a God?
My beloved's eyes are high, I have a dry love
My opponents are making comparisons, oh dark-hearted beloved
Snow fell on my hair in my youth
Cruel, you don't have a God
Watch my miserable state, it's getting evening for me
Friends are fewer, time is wasted on empty talk
I became a wanderer, a punk in the city of abandonment
Cruel, don't you have a God?
My beloved's eyes are high, I have aβ
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