Monday, December 06, 2010

Burning

Old poem, I do not know the poet:

You, you always wished to watch me burning
You should come to see my days now!

AANKE DAA'EM HAVASE SOOKHTANE MAA MIKARD
KAASH MI'AAMAD 'O EEN ROOZ TAMASHA MIKARD

Bonus!
KOOCHE SAARE SHAB

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Epcc9r_borc

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