موزیک فید ؛ مرجع دانلود آهنگ جدید خارجی و ایرانی

The sequel to the end of the crowd I did not reach the bottom of my reach
I do not have a face that does not come to the mirror, a poem that will not be crazy or frustrating
Call me that it may be my winter to bring me back to the sight that comes out of sight
Call me so that without you, in my silence, I will save my wings and salvation that I face with my fall.
The head is scattered by the mirage. The moon and shams and the land are devastating to you
Even if I pour my grief in my chest, I’m smarter than the one that fled into the mirror. I’m foggy.
Call me that it may be my winter to bring me back to the sight that comes out of sight
Call me so that without you, in my silence, I will save my wings and salvation that I face with my fall