Nowadays in the jungle of love
Agonies are playing hide and seek
On the meadow of faith
Treacheries are playing see-saw
Agonies are thirsty
Treacheries are thirsty
They go to a hut of love
And knock at the door of heart
To get a glass of tears
To quench their thirst
And they go back
To play hide and seek
To play see-saw
Once again
A bullet of loathsome comes suddenly
And pierces the barrel of love
Tears leak from there
Agonies and treacheries
Leap with rapture
In the jungle of love
Once again
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