Thinking and moving me There was a lifetime in my head Flying in Abra I was always full of me until you came from the story The story of a world Golden all the golden hand of her daughter her daughter
The Golden Sunshine Maryam You gave my life You came up with sweets Tired eyes I came to the city of hearty I saw that promised paradise All her flowers were paper her bad garden flowers regret it
Why did you go to the bridges? I have a broken flower I saw that promised paradise All its flowers were paper The flower of her bad garden regret it I saw that promised paradise All its flowers were paper
