You are not and you are not with me
Safavid has a covenant
To make this sweet sadness
That the passer -by is my talk
You are not and you are not with me
Safavid has a covenant
To make this sweet sadness
That the pass is my talk
Shabasto. The pure memories of
Alley full of moonlight
I remember the old days of the night
The air has been pushed
Look at the ruins of ruin
Full of traditions
Amazing Miracle Emma,
Where does it have the opportunity to speak
Where are all the tone of pure
Always Journal of Eplaki
That the blood of this soil
Requires refreshing
The dawn of clean looks your look
To my eyes, Rood Rood
Look
That has a disadvantage
Two strangle -like eyes like
Ghost of a mournful village
Look for color
To the color of my homeland
Of this bored atmosphere
Come on my pierced
That April of sedition on this fall
Has a tents dream
What bright blood from the companions
Abstract on the evening of wake -up
That the leaf of the flower from the rain
Rada is crying out
What a huge explosion
Wait for the night. Whether
That from our sido
Has a thousand species.
What a female you did
My martyr who is still here
The mourning of the strangers dinner up to
Dawn has a chest
Breast has a chest
