Oh good, my displaced house My pain in my Taropod in my mind in the words of the kids in their hands in their hands When they consider your pigs for your happiness I feel your pain when you are forced and oppressed
When with a good smell of Khorramat City When you said hello with any sad palm or house or Koi Cui Koi, you say no noble Pain in tears and Blood, I feel pain Believe it again tomorrow Bihad Ahahahahahah ...