موزیک فید ؛ مرجع دانلود آهنگ جدید خارجی و ایرانی

O ambassador of love, there is a red poem left on your lips
I returned with you to the sun, returned to me from the night
However, this burning butterfly made us sad
The rocky fall of our brother gradually made us climb the mountain
Alvand, we are up to Arvand and the hatred in the ward is at the peak of the sound
Write with sticky blood on thirsty soil or death or liberation
You and I reach the day of the event again after this catastrophic evening
Do not be afraid to break Do not be afraid of shadows that do not leave strangers’s dinner
O ambassador of love, there is a red poem left on your lips
I returned with you to the sun returned to me from the night
However, this burning butterfly made us sad
The rocky fall of our brother gradually made us climb the mountain
Alvand, we are up to Arvand and the hatred in the ward is at the peak of the sound
Write with sticky blood on thirsty soil or death or liberation