Dont complain, dont heard my heart
You are not afraid of my heart unless my funeral
O heart in my blood in tears like my jihun
You havent heard the night until the dawn of those whispering
Its size to the name of the Golestan Zain
Thats not enough to make you your thorns.
You dont remember that he was saying one day.
Saying not much more
Because I saw the seal I fell on his feet
I said not to be in the world of you dont be my helper
