The word beats the full-time writing of destiny.

The word beats the full-time writing of destiny.
Some are dead in prostration, some prostrate.

In your times, the world came to my mouth
My friend says that I should tear it apart.

We are the only ones who dictate to you.
Someone's look, someone's voice,

There's a new killer in town.
After listening to the child's poetry from him, he kills the servant.

Now, if there is a festival of lovers, then the Majna will also come.
A lover is good at looking at the slogan,

He is Ali Zareon, brother, also a child of his street
If you say the slightest wrong thing, he slaps you in the face.