In Mazar -e -Abad, the city of pounding in Mazar -e -Abad, the pounding city of the owl, you dont even hear the Influencing, and the frustrated angry and frustrated anger
The waters have fallen from Asia The water has fallen from Asia Bloods The suffering and anger of the bushes The filthy dryland
The house was empty and the bread and the bread and what it was, was not the burning of the night This night, yes, the night Lake was not behind the hill. Ken! I am in common pain Scream me!
