موزیک فید ؛ مرجع دانلود آهنگ جدید خارجی و ایرانی

Woe to you ruthless men, why are you broken in my boat?
Wounds and wounds from my worn out semester
God, do something, not a flying wing, do something. My boat is pointless
Tell me where to go I don’t know who to tell
God, do something, not a flying wing, do something. My boat is pointless
I don’t know why
Tiger, I got tired of it. I bought it from the people of Grun. Don’t let it go.
The cowardice market is why every day God crowded the wingless bird and jumped captive flying God
God, do something, not a flying wing, do something. My boat is pointless
Tell me where to go I don’t know who to tell
God, do something, not a flying wing, do something. My boat is pointless
I don’t know why