Your love is resting quietly under my umbrella of love,
And like a dark shadow in the land of sweet love;
but, the branches of the palm trees are needed over here.
I habe spoken my own words and,
You've heard my mind;
So, let me be the change you want in your life and,
Let me be in charge of the treasures of your sweet love.
Obsession! !
Like the desert road which needs the rain at times;
Ratings!
But do not go from home to home;
Head, heard!
Come and take shelter under the umbrella of my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem