موزیک فید ؛ مرجع دانلود آهنگ جدید خارجی و ایرانی

In the morning, the sound of my kettle and you and your black hair
Nothing will come after you
A little, well, whatever I look at you, a little, well, I want to eat all your sorrow
You died of your birthday candle
You put the sun aside, we sleep in the sun, but you don’t seem to, not at all
Do not sprinkle water on me in the morning, I am greedy for you that if I get up, you will run away.
The sky is gray in the morning so I love to tell you hey
My sweet laughter, my love, is an amazing trick of charm
The sky is gray so I love to tell you hey
My sweet laughter, my love, is an amazing trick of charm
In the morning, the sound of my kettle and you and your black hair
Nothing will come after you
I don’t want to be in front of my eyes every day more than before
I got addicted to you, the dose of your love is rising
I give you a bag of red roses every day
I want to laugh at you just because I saw you laughing
I want you to be with me so I can grow old, old woman
My ears become heavy, but again, my heart beats
Remembering our twenties, let’s go to the park, even on the bench
Let’s show a bottle, but it’s a pity, Tira is wrong
I will take your hands with my hands
I say death for my wife, but let me die before you
In the morning, the sound of my kettle and you and your black hair
Nothing will come, oh, then you
In the morning, the sound of my kettle and you and your black hair
Nothing will come after you