I was like a tire like Pirakhshayyah with a tension so that no one in the world can get from the character
Tang of Shakir his marble mirror. The garden of flower laughter his dance branch
as he dances me in his chest Her click and put it Pointing to the blink of her
Sarbuns talk and putting her Pointing to the blink of her wow the thinning of her tie from her Dance Dance I What a love on my day
as she dances me in my chest As she dances me, she shakes my chest
Tile I was like Pirakhshahi. Laughing her dancing flower
as she dances me in my chest As she dances me, she shakes my chest
Carpet Talking about her and put her Pointing to her Slide Thinking of that thinning Sarbons dance
What is the disaster that his heart is his love beam in the heart of everyone All the world knows with who I say I What a love on my day The dance in my chest shakes as she dances me in my chest
