You are from which story, which you want, the habits of the disaster, your being, your
which land, which of the land, of which air
from my tribe, a sky, separation
wherever you are, I do not have you, my
Shabni
My hugs, not too much, not a little
Take me with you, you are my support
good like you, to travel with you
Take me with you, I go greedy
love conquering the horizon, enemy, I love me
, To the Tales City
Take my hand, in your hands
what good is our ceiling, one is
wait, to come back, my blood
my tranquils with you, I am free
Menu
We are always with us, Which word is still fresh
Our laughing lights, a long time and whistle
me and you, you and you, you and me
I
I
are also voice, we are
, and separate
Tired of these stories
, and the sound, the sound, we are nicky,
, Strange and passionate
Youre the only reckoning, for my tiredness
You know what I say, you listen to my
my eyes, in my eyes, in my eyes, in that mountain of pride, needless, glorious
Baron taste, smell of sea
Voice
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My good voice, read to read
My life you are, stay tail to
Eve cloud, somewhere full of stars
Sunshine, somewhere
Without you, but you are cloudy, cloudy and sad. Barren
Empty Dashta, Flower
Spring with you, Bitu Zarm
When you are good,
When you are not, without you, a broken wall, on the walls
non -you, in the world, I dont wish
I am good,
