In the land of love, no one is a leader , there is no king to a beggar, they have
reduced my belief, this is the best, but you believe me, but you believe me, be a boat in the waves of the sea, and suddenly help me, make
me proud, make my moon proud, drown me, wonder me, love me, teach me a lesson in front of people , make me proud, make my moon drowned, drown in astonishment. Make me love, I love you, teach me a lesson in front of people, love me
with your eyes, the pain that has fallen on my soul, I call it, this Qalandar has not yet fallen down, it has not yet fallen off, if it is a lover of killing, a good tradition and ritual, kill us, kill us, which is always Eid al-Adha, which is always Eid al-Adha, distressed for the sake of that refugee in the desert of Gisvit, thousands of ruined nights, lying in the corner of my hair from the side of the Revolutionary Guards. Lovers, I came to your suite to write, I am ashamed of the moon from the flower of seeing the moon from the flower of seeing you
