موزیک فید ؛ مرجع دانلود آهنگ جدید خارجی و ایرانی

Now that you have my share of the whole world, I am writing you because you are your story
Each color of your flag is the color of a hug. When you are cold
I wish the nightmare of the enemy’s nightmare for the sake of the Persian Gulf would be broken
Tell me about Masnavi, tell me about Hafez’s pain and tell me about Rumi
In all my share of the earthly world in our ancestral home
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Wounded by shrapnel and mortars every inch of your Khuzestan soil
In the mind of the green forest are still the memories of Mirza Kuchak Khan
Be blue so that the Caspian Sea will be your charm, so that every island will be mad at you
Hundreds of Shahnamehs describe this land full of the likes of Rustam
Wherever there is no word from Siavash, tell your enemy that this is the land of the bow
Now tell yourself this love or madness has given the sky on forty pillars
In all my share of the world, we inherited the land of our ancestors
Let me call you a document, this is our free license
Wounded by shrapnel and mortars every inch of your Khuzestan soil
In the mind of the green forest are still the memories of Mirza Kuchak Khan