Lyric

I opened the blue album
Dusty and obsolete
I looked at all the pictures themselves
Net has not been stained small

Pikirkupun drift
Formerly loving
Remembering all those stories
About my story

reff:
They said I was spoiled slalu
They said I slalu dtimang

Beautiful tone tone
It decomposes Slalu
Rogue cries from my lips
Would not be a misery

Hands smooth and pure

Tlah lift themselves out of this
Body and soul and entire life
He's willing to give

Back to reff

Oh mother being and not yourself
Slalu it is in my heart