Our roofless house was heavenly and there was nothing between us and life, there was a string between us and life, friendships were strong and the walls were connected, the foot of the wall of separation was a ladder and it is not,
I wish I could take back the past, I wish I could take back
the past, I wish I could take back the past, I wish I could breathe from the homeland,
a bright morning cup, a basket of spring clouds on every table was a rainbow And it is not the year of heavy rains and the season of harsh thunderstorms, yesterdays house was a stud for us, and it was not a family, it
was a dynastic family, and it was not a family, it was a dynastic family, and it is not, I wish I could take back the past, I wish I could take back the past, I wish I could take back the past, I wish I could take back the past, I wish I could breathe
from the homeland, the
poets words, our roofless house was heavenly, and there was nothing between us and life. And it was not at the foot of the wall of separation, it was a ladder, and it was not a canopy over the head and hearts of a family and there was no canopy over the head and hearts of a family gathered together in the
corner of
an old family city, and it was not a
family of dynasties, and it was not a family of dynasties, and it is not a family of dynasties, and it is not a family of dynasties, and it is not a family of dynasties, and it is not a family of dynasties, and it is not a family of dynasties, and it is not a family of dynasties
, and it is not a family of dynasties, and it is not a family of dynasties, and it is not a family of families, and it is not a family that has been a family of people, and it is not a family that has been gathered together in the corner of an old family city, and it is not a canopy over the heads and hearts of a family, and it is not a canopy over the heads and hearts of a family city, and it is not a canopy over the heads and hearts of a family city, and it is not a canopy over the heads and hearts of a family that has gathered together in the corner of an old family city, and it is not aTo be alive, to breathe from the homeland