The moon looks like a man
Whenever it rises in the clouds
The moon looks like a man
Throughout the night, praise you
The moon burns so much that it became sun
Many pain with the moon turned out of old
How dirty were you who went out on your excuse?
Whenever it rises in the clouds
The moon looks like a man
Throughout the night, praise you
The moon burns so much that it became sun
Many pain with the moon turned out of old
How dirty were you who went out on your excuse?