Was sleeping on the rose bed,
Felt I was so thirsty,
She came like an angel,
Showed her curves,
A mirage on her body – quenched!
Was sleeping on the rose bed,
Felt I was so thirsty,
She came like an angel,
Showed her curves,
A mirage on her body – quenched!
Quenched everyday at sunset,
The sun comes alive in the east,
Seawater not boiled.