Three hundred roses, a Nasrani flower We were scared We were scared of Zesar Crusades We didnt dance in the lovers of lovers In the lovers of the lovers dance Skirts of dismantling cut in your head Cut the scared We were scared of the cut, we were scared Dance in the lovers of the lovers Wherever I look, it is bloody It is a rainbow from the birds blood in the mourning of the birds flower and the flower is hot by the hot birds heart Do not From the love of everything that comes is sweet Three hundred roses, a Nasrani flower Cut us We were scared we were scared of Zesar We will not dance in the lovers of the lovers in the fire and the blood of the bird will fill the roof I will plant The eldest will be sought on it One hundred forests in the morning blossoming The fertilizer will hit the branches Three hundred roses, a Nasrani flower We are scared We are not scared of Zesar.
