The shell of summer tension is his lips, his eyes are golden, his eyes are black, Yalda is black, in
that drunken look, whether lovers or virones, a thousand like me, in the door and in distress, the fire is his name, the fire is his name, he is the genus of the desert, he is not tense, my heart is burned, the fire is the fire, his
name, he is the genus of the desert, he has not touched the tension,
I am a lover of his lover , a sky is a star, in every star of mine, he has killed me, how innocent, he is cheap, but I will still die for him. On Eid al-Adha, the fire is the fire, the name is the name of
the desert, it is the nature of the desert , it burns my heart, the fire is the name, it is the species of the desert ,
