موزیک فید ؛ مرجع دانلود آهنگ جدید خارجی و ایرانی

Without you, no window would open on my heart
I was exiled to the land of your nostalgia
It burns me every night
Love means burning and being alone
I will definitely drown in the air, it is all flowing from you again
I have no wounds on my body
Except for your love, except for your love, which is a work wound
I suffer from you and the miracle of your eyes
Just the touch of the fever in your hands
To the same poem that I learned from your eyes
Oh, in the game of love, I burned like a candle
I suffer from you and the miracle of your eyes
Just the touch of the fever in your hands
To the same poem that I learned from your eyes
Oh, in the game of love, I burned like a candle
Doors and walls of the world filled with your image
What is my sleep and wakefulness? Tell me your interpretation
I am free and I hate the world
I’m afraid someone might think you’m involved
I suffer from you and the miracle of your eyes
Just the touch of the fever in your hands
To the same poem that I learned from your eyes
Oh, in the game of love, I burned like a candle
I suffer from you and the miracle of your eyes
Just the touch of the fever in your hands
To the same poem that I learned from your eyes
Oh, in the game of love, I burned like a candle