موزیک فید ؛ مرجع دانلود آهنگ جدید خارجی و ایرانی

You, chicken, hold the mythical right to the night that my life has reached my lips
I, like you, am exhausted at night and sit alone in my ruins, unless you come back
I, like you, am exhausted at night and sit alone in my ruins, unless you come back
O chicken, the right has become a myth of ruins. Where is my heart tonight?
Sit in the trachea of ​​my heart until it burns
You know the bitter sorrow of the night when you sing in the city of nights
Stay with me tonight because I miss you for escaping my night
Sit in my ruins, save me from sorrow
Sing a song in the middle of the night and make me drunk
Sit in my ruins, save me from sorrow
Sing a song in the middle of the night and make me drunk
Comrade Come nights in sorrow alone
You know the bitter sorrow of the night when you sing in the city of nights
Stay with me tonight because I miss you for escaping my night