I heard that when a beautiful swan dies, he dies deceitful and deceitful, on
the night of his death, he sits alone in a wave, a river in a corner, far away, and dies
alone in that corner, he sang a ghazal that night, when he himself dies among the sonnets, a group of people
believe that this bird of love, where he fell in
love, where he died, where he fell in love, where he died, he
hurried there on the night of death out of fear. I
didnt believe it, I didnt see a
swan die in the desert, I didnt see a swan die in the desert, I didnt see a swan die in the desert,
because one day it came out of the bosom of the sea, it died in the bosom of the sea, you
were in my sea, hug, who wants this
beautiful swan to die, you were in my sea, hug, who wants this beautiful swan to die on the
night of death from fear. I
didnt believe it, I didnt see a
swan die in the desert, I didnt see a swan die in the desert,
because one day it came out of the bosom of the sea, one night it died in the bosom of
the sea, you were in my sea, hug, who wants this beautiful swan to die,
you were in my sea, hug, who wants this beautiful swan to die, you were in my sea, hug, who wants this beautiful swan to die. Die
