The shadow of an accident that has been with me for a lifetime in the Iron City is shattering all my moments, the umbrella of the shadow of politics, the blood of terror is in the tired veins of seconds, but listen to my horror, the pulse of the catastrophe is in my heart , give me your hand so that we feel that it is the great moment of screaming , if I am silent and tired, I will die, I will cry out for resentment, Saddam, one day I will shout, I will not use a Simorgh feather The story Dont say that I myself have to break the spell of the demon, I dont give in to the shadow, I am full of light , listen innocent, I am full of words, a hot sultry ghost twists in the ears of the alleys , my voice comes, come, come on , the sun is big, my red heart is the clean slaughterhouse, all the shadows are not afraid, when the furnace of the sun is ours, I do not give in to the shadows, I am full of light, listen innocently. Im full of words, a hot sultry ghost rings in the ears of the alleys , my voice says, "Come, come, come."
