I’ve buried my love in your soft bosom,
You’ve done it before my winsome will,
Your love was cheat plus your twosome,
Now like a bull cry my poor heart shrill.
I bury just live wishes not all deal o fair,
In your will-grave for the second birth,
Now give me the wish crown you wear,
And you with false beauty rule the earth.
On the Day of Judgment my will, will take,
A new birth with new shape will be young,
Roaming with pixies near the Pishon Lake,
That is why my poor death bell I have rung.
Lie lies in women but hot love in cute girl,
I love all young women my love is churl.