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I'm spending my own time (BG)
I'm spending my own time;
I'm spending my own last day.
But what to do me else,
After all I love you;
Your angel saddles blind steeds
Near your porch,
And for sake him you are ready for anything,
But you don't remember his face.
And he is so young and beautiful by himself,
That it's seems like a dream;
And your chains like the bells,
But their ringing is sweet.
I'm spending my own time;
I'm spending my own last day.
But what to do me else,
After all I love you;
And the boys in the leather catch their kaif,
And the girls watch to them after,
And strange birds are circling above them,
To which there is no title.
And I hope that this conflagration
Will burn out your home to ashes,
And at parting I will turn my face
To the piece of your glass.
I'm spending my own time;
I'm spending my own last day.
But what to do me else,
After all I love you,
I love you.
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