From this heart to my heart, my heart full of complaints my crying can be too much.
The work of one day and two days is not the heart of an Umrah in the mood I am in the hands of our captives of our story
I am captured by Hussein No
I have an Umrah in the crazy chest in a cage Lover of her tireless work.
I am captured by Hussein Fear I Give you Divine you never have a pillow on my pillow at night Tears are a tear until you may be a sweet lip of this crazy
I am captured by Hoosi not scared
I follow it One day you do not come next to me. Chu I dont put it on the pillow at night You are like me to be loyal to you.
