Atma Beni Ellere

My soul to others, others, others
Don't let me be talked about, talked about, talked about
I'd give my life, my beautiful, my sweet
But I won't let you go to others, others, others

Morning came, I woke up, woke up, woke up
I leaned my head on the rose pillow, pillow, pillow
If I were a stone, I'd melt away, oh my heart, my heart
I was the earth, I leaned, leaned, leaned

The morning breeze is cool, cool, cool
Don't go into the lake, it's deep, deep, deep
I loved, but others took you, oh my heart, oh my heart
Surely God is generous, generous, generous