Boy flies and dung
The girl next to her.
Is the mother of my father
Rakhalire you away.
Give a sasuri
Cuddle.
You khaoyasare
Murray killed fish
Your parents
See it
What
Laments.
Back to the house from the outside,
Murray said her mother.
Two of them tonight grief
Something asru drop out drop out.
If you know of before.
This funding is used.
Last put forth by the throat,
Before many more.
Bujhalinare excrete boy
Under the feet of his parents,
Happiness in God's kingdom,
All time playing swing.
Judgment in the field, pulachiratera Ghats,
Salvation is found.
To serve parents
Dung fly boy.
They fly to the ears hear,
Arthritis beloved prophet.
Without serving his parents,
Will be your salvation.
