Darius: So many alleys that are interconnected Our Old Alley, Bonn Alley The straw wall of a dry garden full of memorial poems left between us and that big river that is always like the voice of the big river, is always in our ears Dry, Our Alley, Our Alley
We were born in this alley, we are in this alley One day like grandfather we have to die in this dead end but we love the rose, not We cant stay behind the wall That is interconnected
Reader: Tire tired, get tired of hair to ruin the mud wall One day, every day, sooner and early arrive at that big river Well get to that big river Tiss our torn, Take to ruin the mud wall, get the tired hair
