Ah
I pour the coffee into the black cup
You dèsmble·be"?
I'm a bird like the birds,
I'm a victim of getting hurt
The hearts are burning,
it's time to kneel
As I think
of my lover,
my cry is crushed
My mother counts my days as sadness
As I think of my lover, my cry is crushed
My mother counts my days as sadness
I'm a bird like the birds,
I'm a victim of getting hurt
shalom
Giving
