Oh drawing a Aptsamaty on my lips and wiping Bshrk wounds of my life Oahdik bouquet of longings and nostalgia dwells depths and days heading Ballowavae O filling my life with love and serenity
, with targets on my lips AbtsamatyWmashaan. Wounds of my life.Send you a bouquet!Whnynaan inhabit the depthsAnd days go BalwafaMy love, my Malyaan serenity