Wind words & nbsp;
The gentle blow-eyed wind strokes and
Slow grieves when you pass me.
Bus-Wishing me one of the happiness,
Kissing on my sad face.
& nbsp;
Der: & nbsp; & nbsp; & quot; never do your face, moisture,
Even if Sarv is not running,
You are not from anyone you are low,
I have also & quot;.
Mint & # 39; as if the bowl felt,
Der: & quot; you were in the world, Ku is Turning Turning,
Has your dreams happened to happen?
You surrender you are sometimes sometimes!
I swallowed the silent bar on me,
All words & nbsp; forgot,
I waited for the wind punctuation pain,
All my dreams caught the box.
Piles my hair, hit my hair
Always laughs slowly toward me.
All of my dreams come true, & nbsp;
He washes the gards in the heart.
Philico Student of Faculty of Philology of Bukhdu & Nbsp; Boy of Tuybaeva
