موزیک فید ؛ مرجع دانلود آهنگ جدید خارجی و ایرانی

Where should I not think of you? Where should I not remember you? If I sang, I sang from you. If I wrote, I said about you.
Sing from the throat of the song Hang the clouds of sorrow to my hatreds Hang my inscriptions
I did not miss my friend, I did not miss the stranger, I did not miss the friendship I saw from you, I did not miss my brother
You follow my anxieties, my anxieties at night
My silence is a silence full of apple aroma in the geography of my voice
You follow my anxieties, my anxieties at night
My silence is a silence full of apple aroma in the geography of my voice
Comrade
Where is my heart sitting? What is the flame of sorrow that my shirt is torn? In my heart I have not seen a shrine.
You follow my anxieties, my anxieties at night
My silence is a silence full of apple aroma in the geography of my voice
You follow my anxieties, my anxieties at night
My silence is a silence full of apple aroma in the geography of my voice