YOUR SPRING
(crib)
And I had a wife, a favorite, like flowers…
My chosen one was not enough for youth…
Eyes went to other colors, not noticeably, creeping up,
wanting to drink from someone else's spring.
From above the desire of my eyes stops,
saying that your ray will be your eternal ray.
In someone else's garden touching a spring,
from what he ate, he will bring a sword to your neck.
I've grown old on this earth, ready to go...
Although the lust of the eyes still pushes me... I rest my feet…
Not from my own, I was saved from above,
why that, about the end that will happen – in silence.
Perhaps it is useless I have passed a bitter life…
Maybe I put my ear on top of the words for nothing…
No. Boundless love makes me raise my glass!
And I realized that
than in yummy, in purity there is much more tasty.
GWUAN BULAGY
Yahusuah usura her, kunir, Uher of kuchies…
Rigillis ãüóðê1ðè gahonda kadiyali…
Ular Gyari jahnu heat Latorica øëèçê1à rachais
Abhyas Kundi gararin of belijden Sharab-sid.
Saylan of tamahar darkcry his ulorin:
Avor uvus Wu ê1óðè of georgandis Wujie Nur.
Jarrin baydin bulaggi kururin,
ãúèï1óáäè huriv harmandiana tour.
Magia khabira duhno gyarusa mu duniyan
Tyamyagnu Gyan k1urashra ut1uknu likar.
Gwuan drubchen yurusu zavlan
Gas VWs agrican fu solos of ADANI swag.
Squirrels dove kkadap1unshul uzu umur kyut1kyal…
Giving chiwoniso saylan Wujie hafarah IB…
Way. Sargatal Adra was konyali çàï1óç gyara bachal:
èööèâàëèúò1àí marziali hisap istisan IIB...