I am a wounded deer, you are a plant, my cloud of the devil, in the sin season, in the sinful season O I feel the rain of rain I feel the rain of rain I am drunk in John ... I am thirsty for my breeze Desert Desert who loves the rain of rain from the love of the rain
Cloud if it comes from the Qiblah it will rain. If the Qiblah comes, it will rain The king will be destroyed if it is not fair The house will be destroyed from the sea. Eat The crazy grief is a wise man, the wise man eats
The cloud if it comes from the Qiblah it will rain The cloud if it comes from the Qiblah it will rain The king will be destroyed if not fair The house will be destroyed by the water Wise, the wise man eats
