A keresés eredménye

Blind love

There are fifty stars in the sky, and all of them are known
It is evident from the eyes of those who have secret love
It is evident from the eyes of those who have blind love
The troubled bird in its nest has neither water nor food
Is meeting my beauty also from year to year?
The sun rises from the oak and the lover comes from the corner
It took its color from rose and its scent from violet
Pray my beloved, so that we could become a bird and fly
Say yes my beloved, say yes, and let's get away from here