The night is full of shock and silence , the streets are quiet and cold , the children are thirsty to touch the warm hands, a man whose heart is as big as the sea like the sky , in the city of Nanjibi, which is full of wolf howling, his
pain is so great for his proud heart that there is only one well in the city, which has become a stone of patience, but the children know that the father does not get tired, the bag of kindness is always on his shoulders,
but one sad morning, one He stole their moon, one of the black men stole the stories, the cruel hand of time burned their dreams, what a bitter and dark night, the eyes of the children, the eyes of the children, the eyes of the children, the eyes of the children, the eyes of the children, the pain is
so great for his proud heart that there is only one well in the city, which has become a stone of patience, but the children know that the father does not get tired, the bag of kindness. Its always on your shoulders
