Yogeeta Bali= Asha Sachdev

I feel in my soul to tell you that
my love goes out like a little cinder
and to just run out of light.
I know that you're dying
candle light and I know I want, I'm your delirium
and in this life I have been your cross.

Oh love do not love me so much love
ay suffer more for me, if not more I can
crying cause you to and love
forget about me.

I am sorry that you continue to suffer your desperate love
I would like you to find yet another meaning to,
other being that gives you the happiness that I have not given
and get away from you never to return.

Ay ...