Enter the code When going down the cellar The autumn password is required. The smell of gunpowder in their breath Comes from a wine Produced from grapevines Growing in the junction of bullet and sulfur Each cluster a soldier Each grape, an eyeball. Grapevines cry drunkenly In the last day of the summer. a.a.janvand Translation: Mojtaba Abdollahnejad کد را وارد کن برای ورود به سردابه رمز پاییز اامی ست بوی باروت دهانشان از شرابی ست که انگورش در تنگنای
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