موزیک فید ؛ مرجع دانلود آهنگ جدید خارجی و ایرانی

I nod my head out of nostalgia for the deep peace of your life
Every evening I comb the waves of the evening hair slowly
Ask me the good state of the sea of ​​eyes of clarity
When I weave in your air, the green dream of the northern shawl
Out of grief, if it becomes bitter, my cup, even if it is broken
You do not want me to remember your name, my quiet house
Out of grief, if it becomes bitter, my cup, even if it is broken
You do not want me to remember your name, my quiet house
I have the air of homeland in my heart, the song of Iran is on my lips
The beginning of my restlessness with you is such a dance in the middle of the field
Such a dance is in the middle of the square …
Out of grief, if it becomes bitter, my cup, even if it is broken
You do not want me to remember your name, my quiet house
Out of grief, if it becomes bitter, my cup, even if it is broken
You do not want me to remember your name, my quiet house