Full of your night Without the night my mourning color is not full of mourning Without the night of my mourning color My good lips Make my cheeks Looks When you come to my sleep That moment you are defeated I have been out of my I I Alley In the corner of the wind whispering alley Tar and alley alley to the alley
You are not full of mourning Without the night of my mourning color Your mourning Without the night I am mourning my mourning color my lips my cheeks Nights Star I wrote letters Tit and Parast Tit and Parast I am sitting with you Only in the night with a bag of all mourning mourning only I Lodge cheeks
