Tell the little girl: Sometimes even the crows come home. \u0650 \u0622\u0646 \u0631\u0627 \u0647\u06cc\u0686 \u06a9\u0633 \u0646\u0645\u06cc\u200c\u0641\u0647\u0645\u062f<\/p>\n
And in the scent of your hair, sadness grows deeper that no one understands. \u062f\u0631 \u0631\u0627\u0647<\/p>\n
She has a long night, tell me there is always a stone in our footsteps. \u200c\u0627\u0633\u062a<\/p>\n
Sometimes it takes us in the direction of our feet, which is a story. <\/p>\n
It can reach the top like Johnny, but only when it reaches the end. <\/p>\n
It’s not over yet. Say that only the dead have seen the end of war. \u0627\u0628\u06cc \u0628\u0647 \u0647\u0645\u0647 <\/p>\n
“And returning does not mean staying alive, it means always achieving everything.” <\/p>\n
In the depths of our dreams, the light turns on, water flows and… \u0645\u06cc\u0632\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
Tell us when a stranger calls us, we will go back to sleep again. \u0632\u06cc\u06a9\u0646<\/p>\n
He always knocks on the door, there is always a chance of sad news. Player \u06a9\u062a\u0627\u0628<\/p>\n
“Tell your daughter that a story can come to an end like a doll from a book.” <\/p>\n
Forgotten under the bed or fallen from a tree, tell me. \u0628\u0627\u0631\u0627\u0646 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u0622\u0648\u0631\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
These are the boats that carry the river, they are the clouds that bring rain. \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u06cc\u0645 \u0646\u06cc\u0633\u062a<\/p>\n
They have held onto the sky, tell me that nothing is as we want it to be. <\/p>\n
We didn’t see. Tell us, we miss you with our bones. <\/p>\n
We hold our bones dear and we break with our bones, tell me. \u06af\u0650 \u0632\u0646\u062f\u06af\u06cc \u0631\u0627 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u062f\u0647\u062f<\/p>\n
The hearts of humans are white and red is a metaphor that gives the taste of the melody of life. \u062f\u0631 \u062d\u0627\u0644 \u062c\u0646\u06af<\/p>\n
“Always remember, a warrior’s shield is empty, always a lone soldier, and always at war.” \u0628\u0647 \u0633\u0646\u06af\u0631 \u062e\u0627\u0644\u06cc<\/p>\n
The empty fortress is reached late by the lone soldier, and reaching the empty fortress is also late. <\/p>\n
Another type of reaching is telling your daughter about spring. \u0632\u0645\u06cc\u0646 \u062e\u0634\u06a9 \u0628\u0627\u0634\u062f<\/p>\n
“We will fill the well again when it comes, even if the ground is dry.” \u062f\u0633\u062a<\/p>\n
There is no news behind the door, a foot for walking, and a hand in hand. <\/p>\n
The depth of our dreams and the fatherly embrace; tell us. \u062f\u0627\u0634\u062a<\/p>\n
Along the way, we are together and even if spring does not come, we must have a story. <\/p>\n
Let’s start fresh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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