From the naked wound of the anemone how bitter the pain of the facts Ghazal and the elder In the self -immolation of the suffering and the love of your religion, my religion is full of admiration but the words you have a book Get from me You dont see our losing rush Both of us innocently rooted in a slave to a slave of religion but our hands are
If our hearts are not one but our hearts are a lot of stone. God is God Be better without you, you are not worthy of the world If I am deprived of you, my life is just a assumption Writing our name among the fantasy companions The people of the heart of the heart of the empty affection
If our hearts are not one but our heart is one The worst commandment of God is be better without you, not in the world without you. If I am deprived of you, my life is just a assumption Writing our name among imaginary companions
