The beginning itself is a lie.
For you he seems to care.
For you he promises to die.
During your lonely days he says he'll be there.
Is there a sham such as love?
He covers his lies like rotten herbs kept in a clay pot!
With sweet tongues he puts you above.
He promises to pass thro' fire with you, even without having a second thought.
I'm free to say that there is no love, but lust today.
In the end he makes your heart a playground.
Isn't it better to be without a 'lover', so to say?
I'll say there is no love again until you hear the echo of my voice sound!