Lyrics of akhareh Shahnameh Mahdi Akhavan Sales In English
This broken grasp Ram Ghirideh Old Color Sometimes as if he dreams of his in the pushed seal s glasses of joy and witnesses Zoroastrian or proud chant in pure and bright meadows. And pride and infallibility Happiness The sad story of the homeland Han, where is the capital of this crazy century? with its bright shepherds like the day Tight and Top Days, because the night of the legend with a fierce and a lot of harsh, ? The capital of this fortune of this chaotic century Centurys emoticons Out of the orbit of the moon Likes too far from the seal Century Vampire Century The More Terrible Century Message Kant with the Function of Chicken Range Whatever the Seven Climate of God. Remove Where is Han, where? The capital of this infidel and unassuming Century The Central Century The deadline of any new blossom is the play of the wind As the dignity of the old fruit is the realm of denying and rampant. Say until your sleep On their checkpoint, the awake and the consciousness None of them are the magic of the astronomical None of them. Shaseman, CHALLENGE TAKE CLASS, Nick Nick Divans Glass From Hidden Castle Spell, Fusser Guardian Carry Barbie Cut on Earth The cradle of the cradle Break We We The conquerors of the Fakhr Fortress History Witnesses of Shukat cities every century We are reminiscent of the sad infidelity We We We The narrators of happy and sweet stories Clean Sky Tales Current Light, Cold Water Massive Tales, Behind the Mountain, Creek Warm -Hand -friendly Tales on Cold Nights City We Caravan Sagar and Chengim Lulian Crack of our Life, Our Poetry and Myth Drunken Saghi Lets open
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