O Morning Morning I now remember the love of Fazra
This is a happy and bright flour for me I Morning Morning Now I remember yes Fazras love I am happy and bright. . . .
His love was on the heart of the tulips. Although in my hand, my song was
My song was the name of his love song The world of wish
My song was the name of my love. Next to my remembrance That flower in my spring is
Now I am not remembered by it. ِ My Hope and I wish you What do you like to be my helper
I have a mud Flower I have my sadness .
Morning Nubari Now I remember Ari Farah I The familiar image . . .
The love was on the heart of the tulips Although I was in the hands of my pastes My song was the name of my love song My wish was my wish my song I have a flower a flower I have my sadness s my heart.
