TheuhOh my dear,where is the money for the wedding?They will come,all your tributes.We will come,you live.We will come,health and safety.EmOh my dear,where is the money for the wedding now?You are bringing me more sadnessJust forget it, my dearMy parents are not poorI just need you to come to my mother's graveWe love each other foreverOur hearts are like a storm,we don't want to leave each otherWe ask for your blessings,we have been poor all our livesPlease don't let us be apartWe will sing which someone else handsome for many lifetimesWe are struggling and poor and smotheredBut there is reconciliationin mixed spirit
