حبة ظروف [7abet Zourouf] [English translation]

Some Circumstance gathered on shape of girl that her heart is wounded she liked to live between the people

she didn't find any opened door between them

All of comers come with ache takes her happiness alternative of it

-the Ache- and go From today O spirit there's no spirit after you

Some Circumstance gathered on shape of girl that her heart is wounded she liked to live between the people

she didn't find any opened door between them

All of comers come with ache takes her happiness alternative of it

-the Ache- and go From today O spirit there's no spirit after you

What a pity the years roll

molder who? and elevate who on another person?

Evil of meek is not from nothing

and i will live for whom if i won't live for me

You will find from anythings and the fear in my heart when it increased it forced me anything in its time and today is my time

What a pity the years roll

molder who? and elevate who on another person?

Evil of meek is not from nothing

and i will live for whom if i won't live for me

You will find from anythings and the fear in my heart when it increased it forced me anything in its time and today is my time

Secrets in my heart are muting and don't tell and people don't understands them but which is required to known that the increasing of ache kill the sense

Not each past we love it in past must be forgot and trample it

and enough that it lived in time that don't suit us