The burning pyres are calling out to you. They wish to narrate to you The burning pyres are calling out to you. They wish to narrate to you

Burning was he in solitude of underground Burning was he in solitude of underground

Place me in your bosom, I want to make it my abode. Place me in your bosom, I want to make it my abode.

I miss my life, When she was around me... I miss my life, When she was around me...

Take me far away to a distant land Where everyone is free and all are glad Take me far away to a distant land Where everyone is free and all are glad

The day we met has passed. And the last 14 years... The day we met has passed. And the last 14 years...