Love if the day was not in the heart of the heart was not drunken under the skirt Narges Saghi if it had not been drunk There was no head and pass by all the pub. My heart wasnt crazy
Why are you a candle. I was a fuel. I When you were not a shadow of the butterfly I was not separate from you, God forbid My heart was not in this house. It was not drunk under the shok Narges Saghi if it hadnt drunk a hundred cups Everything was not all the tavern
I and the Cup I and your heart in the pure wind was a goddess where it was not alien Wish you a fever that burned me Youre a fuel I When you were not a shadow of the butterfly I was not separate from you, God for all my life My heart was not in this house.
