My house is covered in vines

My house is covered in vines



My house covered with vines,
My house birch trees rustle,
What happened, parents come back, dear friend,
Do not torment me longing.

Do not torment me, do not torment,
Not remind me of the old wounds.
And not call your heart of heart,
Do not offer the love and poison.

And sitting in the tree branches,
Both waited beauties of the night.
And it was a star wanderer
Which does not flash us anymore.

Gently tie in your hairs
Silver, gold rings.
Well, that's what that wooden hut
Vines decorated with flowers.

Well, this is the shack wooden
Vines decorated with flowers,
Well, that's what that with young boys
Fell in Love before bedtime ...

Love is nature, love is green and wonderfull environment,this is love of true.Ananda(Phueng)