And to the sweetness of the Yalda night, the blue of all the sea You are refreshing and the flower of the night smell of all the sea You dawn at dawn in the morning to the horizons of my life Tuchotaj you are my secretly under my pardon If I love you if I love you. I am pleased to be a stranger to my strangeness. I just have to relieve the mirrors of my sad mirror All my moment of remembrance of you is your heartfelt horizons.
