These figures fallen
In the swamp of the infertile females
Are the men
In the land of the wine and alcohol
Who throw their sheets
On the ground
And think of sleeping with the beasts
Oh
For crave-like brains filled with coal
There is no mirror
To servant themselves.
Fields of sunflowers
Are the breaks
At the time of Motion while moving
Dawn is near
Yea
Dawn of Black coated! !
Shadows will not be waiting anymore
They will be faded
And you will be swallowed inside of them
((Poet: Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh))
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