The smell of blood comes in the streets, the memory of the kind friend comes, all the
tables empty of bread and salt, the pure call of the people
of Sufyanis descendants, so why did you not stand up, O Mah Laqa,
without you, they draw a sword on the creatures, they draw a razor on the truth,
without you, the space next to me was narrowed, there was a war at the presidency table
, until you were there, the garden of honor was open , the end of your name was the beginning.
Without you, the space next to me was narrowed, there was a war at the presidency table,
because we became beggars at the door of every line, we became servants, whoever became a destitute, the smell of blood came in the streets, the smell of blood came in the streets, the smell of blood came to the minds
of the kind friend, all the
tables empty of bread and salt, the pure call of Hana Maak, a
nation from the descendants of Sufyani, so why did you not stand up, O Mah Laqa,
without you, they draw the sword on the creatures . They draw on the facts
