I am sure, sure, sure
About this love
It’s not lust, but true love
Which cannot be broken
Neither destroyed by any circumstance
The love which flies higher and higher
As an Eagle approaches the sky
True love travels through gullies and valleys

This love makes the two to hold each other
And make a love during the night
When beetles and cockroaches sing praise to God
And stars dancing in the atmosphere
With joy of praise;
Praise for true love;
This is how true love is
It doesn’t turn to hatred,
But always stays the same
True love doesn’t change
Its power is internal.