IOhOhOhOhThey open I lie high Hurricane IlieIII don't have a brother in my eyesI don't have a brother in my eyesI don't have a brother in my eyesI don't have a brother in my eyesI don't have a brother in my eyesI am your son, I am your rightful sonYou are my love, my loveYou are my love, my loveI don't have a brother in my eyesI don't have a brother in my eyesI don't understand the pain of your voiceThe special name of AllahI thought of you before I met youWho will greet you?I met you, I met youYou don't have the right to rememberThe wrong arrangement of your thoughtsNow don't worry about the policeYou have an easy jobThe world is with youWith youI will change all the worldLet me make my own worldDon't turn me into an ordinary boyLet me make my own worldDon't turn me into an ordinary boyOkay, I don't regret youI don't regret youDon't make me wollten as an ordinary boyI am your earlier처You are the house of the heart, I am your houseI am the house of the heart, I am the house of the heartYour house is not in the sky, your house is not in the skyI do not want, I do not want your headI do not want your head, you are a slaveYou are not worth, you are a slaveYou are not worth, I do not value your daughterI do not value your daughterI am happy for you, I am happy for youI am happy for you, I am happy for youYou are the one who has come to play with meYou are the one who has come to play with meBut I have never seen you in my lifeBaranji BhikadlaISeeTo be somethingIfWe'll see you next time.See you next time.See you next time.See you next time.See you next time.See you next time.See you next time.