Who every morning one carnation
Puts goes head end of
Who fondles eyes of
You to ever look of at
Who knows colour of
One ordinary sweater of
Tell my beloved
Who more much loving
You only knowing you to make a coyness
To make a cry to make a suffer to make a beg knowing you
Loving ı saying you torture you loving you
Every time euphoria at you joy at you pleasure at you
Who life of do not thinks
Only love's for
Who waits ways of
All nights along
Who gives recklessly
Everything of hand of to
Tell my lovers
Who more much loving