It was once the land of the most fertile land, and the place around the most productive mares is now sadness, destruction, sadness. Old times. The calluses of the hearts that connect the calluses to their own hands are now being lifted with tears. Our steep mountains rising from the top of our ancestors once burst into tears and there is sadness among the ashes. From our ancestors' ancestors, to today's ancestors, from , it is called Exit and begins to find a way to melt and melt the mountains. Now in these mountains, the breath of foreign hands works.
The body, like a ur, takes root in the body. Where is his former majesty? You're connected to a beautiful woman on your chest. You have raised the heart of persecution, persecution and suffering. World lovers and lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers and lovers. The world is still surrounded by love and love. But after they're unaware, they're free.
In the hands of the stranger, there is no crime in your chest that will cause these negativities. We're the only criminals. Neither our poet nor nice. We're the only criminals. If we knew ourselves in , if we were at peace with ourselves, we could not experience these difficulties if we meet the conditions of brotherhood. If we can unite our brotherhood with the whole world by synthesizing the unity of Islam and shouting to the whole world, no one can call us. They did not take us from the exile countries to the capital of the countries of exile. If we can stay on our own.