موزیک فید ؛ مرجع دانلود آهنگ جدید خارجی و ایرانی

Every moment you do not have a glutton like you do not have a blade, and you’re still sitting here in front of me
Unless you are at the bottom of the arena, we’ll be tired of your tired bit of Saddam’s color
Every second the peak of torment, when you are not, is not like sleeping
You would have been thinking of the aroma of your voice, which is all that
When I went to Veron, Viovan, like the Bam, did not leave anything left but a pity and sorrow.
Go back to me so that it can turn up like a laugh
Every second the peak of torment, when you are not, is not like sleeping
You would have been thinking of the aroma of your voice, which is all that