Spring this years spring Instead of Barley and Wheat Planting this year Oh Spring this spring
is not a homeless house. It is not a food table They are not a person who is not a person Poetry and Poetry of Poets They do not have an alley You dont have to be hot young so many lovers and there are not names and there Spring this spring
All those beautiful are not aware of the homeland. This year
Equal Brotherhood Lie in my queue is busy The pulpit and mosque like the Qiblah sometimes the price of the straw Hishki is not thinking of the strange Adam in the water and the stranger of the spring Spring this year Wall We have no way back to the road you are killed. Spring this spring this year when this years job Instead of barley and wheat planting this year Spring this spring spring this spring this spring oh this spring of this year
I have my eyes Only
A helper of this hand and my hand, and this, do you more What do you do. What do you do. Whatever you do We were a man of misleading or killing you or killing you or making it easy Nor polishing no chest, and not a sadness. Only
O helper, now I and now you gave me my heart and Bostan Herbicide from this universe and make it up to me to crush you with you. God to this beginning and my end
I am the game I am the game I dance to every instrument you laugh .............. to these crying eyes neither in the mosque, nor in the Kaaba nor in the Kaaba I am a willow that I am shaking. That broken ship in my storm
You are capable of absolutely dry chords of chords I am screaming at a distressed and ethnic generation Spring spring. This year ...............................................B ....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
