On the first day, our revolution was the explosion of light. The night until the dawn of the sound of a shooting school, your ears were deaf and the eyes of the blind government. I was a kid, I dont remember something. What about your Haji? Do you remember Haji? That doesnt remember. The following year, people danced on the street, read: You couldnt see the city released. Dont say you dont remember. Thank you for anyone. Either in Paradise Zahra, or in the Khavaran. You send the writers for free to Armenia. You dont remember. What about Shapur Bakhtiar? Culture work: Dan Dan Naden Dennn ... Denn ... Dan Dan Naden Dennn ... Dennn ... Thirty years ago, Hajji was a hundred years old. You dont remember anything ...
