find us farewell
and what you are doing is preoccupied with work
By God, we do not know the state is complaining
Its sequelae is in your mouth or the deer
or good luck to you lately
on each of you shall you lower or rise
I walk with a good soul from you on the
temptation to recompense or wear out
So do not despair of my emigration, for I am devastated
On an emigration you exaggerated, so what did they do?
We have a voyage that no ride has made
Only the friends benefited and no one left
And two promises made to you
A kafl has obeyed us, and a kafl has withheld us
So what are you with the sustenance if you are determined?
on the right to do what the bastard did