The air of my heart in the dark season is more tired than the Khazouni s sadness I have the size of the walnuts of the Asmone
Look that the dead in my passion for my passion, my captive man, the captive man Dont come to my heart. I do not die without you, I died without you. You
In the Missex Your Unity Spirit For the always trust of my heart
My hearts in the dark season tired of the Caspian Sadness I have the size of the walnuts of Asmone
I am a stranger to my name No
The air of my heart in the dark season tired than the tragic my sadness
