Like a storm, like Thunder, like the Red Anger of Karun, we passed the night of fire and blood
You were dark at night, we were like a star, we wrote the poem tomorrow
You were in the rush of tires, which was full of blood and danger, or Ali
It was
or Ali, or Ali, or Ali, or Ali
or Ali, or Ali, or Ali, or Ali
or Ali, we went, we went and passed through Joon, we have been looking at every moment, the blood of the veins
Hamoon
Ravi Badr and Khyber Ravi Heirs of Zulfiqarim, or Ali, Yaali, Always, we are always
Yaali next to your name
or Ali, or Ali, or Ali, or Ali, or Ali, Ali, Ali, Ali, Ali, Ali Yai, or Ali, or Ali
or Ali, Yai, or Ali, or Ali
or Ali.
