Hey your face is brighter than qibla of Zarostra Without your face ringlety crooked in my back Your love killed me and your air burnt me I have your oppression and your cruelity killed me Whatever your oppression and cruelity I suffered from Never I will forget your kindness and loyalty Get up and come this night I will make you full of tulips...
Hey your face is brighter than qibla of Zarostra Without your face and ringlets crooked in my back Your love killed me and your air burnt me I have your oppression and your cruelty killed me Whatever your oppression and cruelty I suffered from Never I will forget your kindness and loyalty Get up and come this night I will make you full of tulips...