Wow.
foreign
lohar
I wrote a letter to my lover,
but I couldn't send it.
Don't shoot, my friends,
I'm wounded.
I'm in pain.
I'm bleeding.
I tied
my waist to the Iranian army.
Call for help, my wounded friend.
Call for help,
my wounded friend.
Call for help, my wounded friend.
Call for help, my
wounded friend.
Call for help, my wounded friend.
They shot me at the Mardin Gate.
They shot me at the Mardin Gate.
Don't shoot, my friends,
I'm wounded.
Call for help, my wounded friend.
Call for help,
my wounded friend.
Call for help, my wounded friend.
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