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One day, a left and a Rashti and a Esfahani ! !

One day I was leaving ...

Call Sattar Khan , Baqer Khan maybe .

Brave and fearless.

The tyranny of the masses was breathing with the help of other fighters left , stood against dictatorship

He Iranian people wanted freedom

In this way, the environmental challenge and joined the children on the estate , the taste of freedom and democracy, and freedom from tyranny Bchshnd .

One day I was Rashti ...

Mirza Khan was the name of a small , small Mirza Khan forest.

He would have his green northern forests and the blue sea and enjoy the good life and will spend the rest

But he loved the land and the people

And so stood against oppression

So that one day his head was separated from the stress .

One day I was Esfahani ...

His name is Hossein Kharrazi

When the Iraqis invaded his country , took his life away at balls and bullets and mortars .

Was his defense of the land , their honor and their religion .

He fought and fought until the day of the Great War , and his blood spilled on the ground to the sky .

One day I will leave Rashti and Fars and Isfahan , Arab, Lur ... !

Then one of our friends had discovered some secret

Our friendship began to break the lock Sraft

And then " one day ... it was a " joke did to this nation , rather than a family saga of the land who love each other , even their lives , too , have fallen for the " jokes " and " teasers " and " contemptuous " have fun and what a sad story .

One day, a left and a Rashti and a Esfahani ! !

One day I was leaving ...

Call Sattar Khan , Baqer Khan maybe .

Brave and fearless.

The tyranny of the masses was breathing with the help of other fighters left , stood against dictatorship

He Iranian people wanted freedom

In this way, the environmental challenge and joined the children on the estate , the taste of freedom and democracy, and freedom from tyranny Bchshnd .

One day I was Rashti ...

Mirza Khan was the name of a small , small Mirza Khan forest.

He would have his green northern forests and the blue sea and enjoy the good life and will spend the rest

But he loved the land and the people

And so stood against oppression

So that one day his head was separated from the stress .

One day I was Esfahani ...

His name is Hossein Kharrazi

When the Iraqis invaded his country , took his life away at balls and bullets and mortars .

Was his defense of the land , their honor and their religion .

He fought and fought until the day of the Great War , and his blood spilled on the ground to the sky .

One day I will leave Rashti and Fars and Isfahan , Arab, Lur ... !

Then one of our friends had discovered some secret

Our friendship began to break the lock Sraft

And then " one day ... it was a " joke did to this nation , rather than a family saga of the land who love each other , even their lives , too , have fallen for the " jokes " and " teasers " and " contemptuous " have fun and what a sad story .

تاریخ ارسال پست: شنبه 25 آبان 1392 ساعت: 18:12

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