Samara - Eagle (Audio)

The story makes

you cry, my sisters, Ghos Flock, a

country that lies, don't let a

sentence grow up on the pride in the terrain, the center of ball

and the high, I don't complain, I

smell your heart, don't cry, I have a

snapshot of the country

with you, Hops in, and I am alive and receiving, tell me my love,

so We

pluck

love and ride and

stuff it in the nest we

believe and

he took the love of money and we make the man and whoever

tells you that I will return to you, I will

lend him a loan, my brother, the world

made him cry and I

forgot who loves you and whoever greets me, I count on the

sadness

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Features in I got tired from anyone to curse Divisions of many

heels greet me in us envy stairs reproach You curse people you

don't know what the dark-skinned person is like. You

tell me not to tell you, and I won't tell you. Don't cry, and I won't

complain. Do good deeds, and your heart will tell you

even if it reached a well. I have

a million dollars, but don't exchange me for a million

dollars. You sell us, the dark-skinned one, playing. I'm ruined,

my sisters, every time

we wear a cooler, we wear a coat from the closeby. You

don't know how to change my statement. Tell me what you want, and they

love money. We'll make a man. And whoever

tells you that we'll come back to you, we know the house. I cried for him,

my brother. The world

cried for him and I

forgot who loves you. And I said, "Peace be upon you." We count on the

face of

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S Allah