It's like a volcano spewing fire,
My heart is constantly boiling, my volcano,
An undissolved web that envelops me,
My heart is constantly boiling, my volcano!
Languages don't speak, maybe it will be halal,
Hearts become dull and numb,
Cheetah ends, ignorance becomes
My heart is constantly boiling, my volcano!
My hands are short my arms can't reach,
My tongue is not enough for speeches,
I don't have a rude attitude,
My heart is constantly boiling, my volcano!
He always knows where he goes,
He always notices the unconscious,
It always parks in empty hearts,
My heart is constantly boiling, my volcano!
Blessings of rights cannot write a pen,
Secret wisdoms cannot be solved by ignorance,
The line of destiny cannot draw servants,
My heart is constantly boiling, my volcano!
The test does not end before death comes,
Sometimes it's your feet, sometimes it's finally,
If the world gathers and the people cry,
My heart is constantly boiling, my volcano!
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