A tired heart and a big pain go to a wolf and a wolfs flock A spring and hundreds of thousands of khazun A black cloud in the sky
not a shepherd who makes him not a sympathetic to cry not a traveler The way Wolf sitting in ambush with Iron Dentals I have no time to come back I have no heart killing No Rome I can do I can do so
Gods hand pass them out of their world Great A wolf and a wolf herd A spring and hundreds of thousands of khazun A black cloud in the sky
not a shepherd who hey hey not a sympathy for crying not a passenger who will remain a bird Ambush with iron dents
I have no time to come back I have no death No Rome I can do I can do so
Gods hand I am I pass through their world Tile I Their world Tiles them to be helped If we didnt eat their sadness
Poets voice (Massoud Fardansh): Gods hand pass them out of their world Tile Hello If we do not, God God
