Alas, it was alas and no other than the night. Whatever you dry out of our eyes I wish I had the last suffering Yusuf if the brother had a well in the well The fountain was boiled When God made it But a pity Hey, every night, for me, only mood from blood and soil Take and forgive God Look Look Look and dont be afraid and say God for forever I worked I was more distrustful I was in a painful potion With every painkiller, my new pain became more dry I got more dry. The photo is in the eye Heres what I see Dalun ♫ tight and dark. Little.
