My heart is the size of my fist My fist for you I am the size of the windows I watch you without curtain My hand is the continuation of the shapreka When it comes to your flame My tears are my poetry I love you I have
One of us can kill Abra Kill a hundred more than a cage One of us can eat canary Buy the honor with these songs
I love your right I love the poems of Forough The windows are I watch you without curtain My hand is Shaparakas continuation When it comes to your flame My tears are from the poets kind Always badly down
