The head of that bold alley My love with a splendor like Sepidar A red buddy in his hand is my eyes and the moment of meeting to visit his or her two eyes my eyes like a deer I go to the tears Sitting from my feet What was my beloved part of the love a buddy and a hug What a impatient for my two eyes I go like deer but the pond of tears Ramas waterless water
I need to see her. How much I wanted and I want to fly to that alley I go with this tears to open those buds The alley went in silence and my love is waiting Red buds in my hand restless alley
