No night in a park, near the mid -seal of Saddam, a friend named Sepehr Bam said I hey singer, you say a lot of complicated words. I wrote, so much of his head s goodness to say that I wrote a shame
in that blog for a stranger Thank you for the news, just a strange thing art supporters, my creative webmaster From writing from a singer or a poet I know at least one poem, the publisher
No one recognizes, the genius or the cloak The fame of a liaison, whether professional, or the result of you, dont care about what you are The fame Im not a singer, you are not bad Im not ashamed anymore, you are not ashamed, no, no, goodbye music, goodbye song Farewell to Kimia, Copper Dream When all copper reads, Copper also calls gold, this is the law I asked Swalo until that morning Even after that sometimes I ask it under the lips of You once like me, one day of the day of October Ask one of the questions.
