And you think of me Go

And you think of me Go
Wind east of works, my hair is distributed to you,
My heart kite is on the cliffs without a rope
Longer falls into the abyss of longing in my brain,
Impossible to keep his life,
Go to the life you
thinking of me

And you think of me Go
First Exile Paradise, whether
Branch of green fruits
My heart waits for you
Do not forget those who love first, and then see me
He died believing they say,
Dead in the location pointed to age me.