| I told them I yearn [for the past] I told them I yearn [for the past] Oh, woe is me and for the laughs that once were Oh their house, who ever said that I could forget them Oh how I long for the joy of meeting them After the separation, I couldn't find our meeting And my heart, because of its suffering, oh woe is me, holds onto its past times Oh house of my loved ones, The isolation has torn me down After years of absence, Your stones recognized me My abandonment has gone for long And my life has transformed And the first love, Oh woe is me, woe is me, How difficult it is to forget woe is me How difficult it is to forget | All material s displayed or transmitted on this site, including but not limited to text, photographs, images, illustrations, video clips, audio clips, and graphics are owned by Music Nation or its members or the producer of the work, and are protected by Local and international copyright, trademarks, service marks, and other proprietary rights, laws and treaties |
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