এক জীবনে কতোটা আর নষ্ট হবে, এক মানবী কতোটা আর কষ্ট দেবে?

Now how are you, where are you, give the letter.

An arched rhythm wand bought at the fair in the evening

How much are you in your nose, give me a letter.

What sort of calendar is so painful to me,

Look at you with your eyes, give the letter.

No matter what the eighth hour is in the ears of the poor,

No memory provokes a flurry of love

Give the letter, give it a letter.

And if you do not care, forget it, no objection.

If you are visiting me, the car keys?

I'm wrong, I'm wrong,

I killed the secrecy of five o'clock in the polluted pollination of flowers,

What comes?

How much will be lost in one life,

How much will a woman hurt!