One day

Do what you write real or Mokhtlqa ... How do you know
In the middle of the dark black voice if my successor seems to be carrying arrows
In moments where my leg tremble and my heart is beating out of fear
Attraction that lured a simple arrow and if it touches the trees heading to
I did not know why I've never had it seems they were not killer
Were not realized ... the killer was motivated by the vigilance
I knew the value of life, the value of dignity
The revolution was a beautiful dream
Revolution of the twenty-fifth
Dreams are realized for generations are the hope of tomorrow bright