Don't Burn Your Soul, Hurt Your Heart

Entrusted to you, your woman is from God,
Strive, for his happiness,
I say marvel at the torturer,
Don't hurt yourself, blacken your eyebrow.

It goes through your hands, dishes, laundry,
We choose the food, some gentlemen are hungry,
Many drink, in tavern bars,
Don't hurt, make you whine and serve.

Sow seeds, in your garden, in your vineyard,
Plants rows, all kinds of seedlings,
She picks potatoes, picks fruits,
Don't hurt yourself, make you cry by beating,

The mother's child is your comrade,
On the side of love, increase the compliment,
Mother and father, waiting for indulgence,
Don't burn your soul, make you miss it in abroad.

Maintain your personal respect for years,
He is free, free, blockade,
Get your work done, take your heart cleverly,
Don't burn your soul, hurt your heart.