Man is here, this
is the end of this bad blackness, a bee lamp,
the moment of our liberation, so why is it like this, you
dont know if tonight in the wedding alley,
this wall of women is manly, so who is the work, you
dont know if the girl is the custom of playing the crow
full in the unequal battle of the man, this is the woman, this is the man, this is the
adultery, the other is in
the middle of the lost curtains, in the storm of the wind
, why cant the groom ask
the bride for a kiss?The hand of the
party, the gun, the hand of the children, the bullets
in the house party, the rain is no longer tied,
you dont know, do you know if the girl is the custom of playing the crow full
in the unequal battle of the man, this is the adultery, the other is the man, the other is the adulteress, the other is the pool, the barley and the fish, the
empty place of the setar, the
burnt net, the headless sugar, the horror of the hijla, the
preceding wrote, you and me, it is not this, it is possible to move the
wall one two, three, four, you
dont know, do you Girl, the custom of playing a feather crow in an unequal battle, a man is a woman, a man is a woman, a woman is a woman, a
dowry is a breeze of freedom,
your cries are all joyful,
it can be chastity in the color of a handkerchief, it
can be a scream that you have been shouting incessantly, you
dont know if the girl of so many black crows in
the morning after the last dinner of the game of playing with
a mans head, this is an
adultery.
