Yasmi - Yog Muaj Ib Hnub.

Good morning dear My beloved dear Both on the field and on the earth And she received eternity I can't help but fly away And without you I can't cry I can't help but smile And without you I can't cry This pile of old shoes don't let the fly sit on it By the road by the holes by the tips The heart of the man is pure and his mind is clear A pile of dead insects don't let the fly have it