Even if there is life,
My heart is like a broken object of glass.
I don't know why it breaks and breaks
Searching as and when I see you!
Will not the broken pieces glue together
in a single sight of your eyes?
Your dancing with dress twisting sideways,
Moving and dancing with thin waist,
Your love touched me with beautiful walk, O' girl!
Your look with the corner of your eye will weigh me!
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