If I say you are a spring rose A drop of blood in the mirror You are waiting for a fountain a drop of blood is a mirror A red eye A waiting for a day again When the spring pollen
Anyone has a mirror The woman
They say the angel of her day is crying for your cries The angel knows that the light of your darkness wakes up your darkness
Electricity a tear razor of Mortezas voice Rustam from this strap and bold Ali Reza. Say
We are lost. It must be lost to our eyes Read your prayer Had you
We are lost. We have to remember the one who is our eyes Read your prayer Had you
