Heard people are happy with shreds,
I don't want the sea
urge to live,
Don't beg to live
Getting is everything
then why not work hard
They often go to the head,
don't wait for those to bite
Says that my head will not be found.....
Fear will not be found in Ankhian
What is there to find out where all
But will not get a home to live again,
The brightness of my path has come,
If you want to go, go
The ocean is in the hands of karmajafa,
The essence that came out after churning is the world.
Not just like this, the flames of sorrow
I have a strong mind, I wanted to pass away,
If so, for whom
Gone way, the sky will not get home again,
There is a desire to live life, don't do Kanakat.
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