He might have known from both sides of it
It is not hidden from him that he is married
So his heart is from me, and he dries up
Donnie is covering her house and embarrassing
I don’t forget I don’t forget what I used to say
And the veto by leaving and extending is limited
Come to us, may Allah reward you with forgiveness
You may see a few of you limp
Living comforts us when you leave us
And when we grow up, what’s in it is blasphemy?
I said: Your love is pure and moodless
I have the rest of people’s love mixed together
And without your secret locked locks
And a barrier from the return of money
As for my heart, it is with God that I thought it was lost
The joyful stranger divides it
Songs who have given birth to me
About us and we are to them