ﻧﻤﯿﺪﺍﻧﻢ ﭘﺲ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮔﻢ ﭼﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺷﺪ, ﻧﻤﯿﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺪﺍﻧﻢ

ﻧﻤﯿﺪﺍﻧﻢ ﭘﺲ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺮﮔﻢ ﭼﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺷﺪ, ﻧﻤﯿﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺪﺍﻧﻢ
ﮐﻮﺯﻩ ﮔﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺎﮎ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻣﻢ ﭼﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺳﺎﺧﺖ, ﻭﻟﯽ ﺑﺴﯿﺎﺭ
ﻣﺸﺘﺎﻗﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺧﺎﮎ ﮔﻠﻮﯾﻢ ﺻﻮﺗﮑﯽ ﺳﺎﺯﺩ , ﮔﻠﻮﯾﻢ ﺻﻮﺗﮑﯽ
ﺑﺎﺷﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﮐﻮﺩﮐﯽ ﮔﺴﺘﺎﺥ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺯﯾﮕﻮﺵ ﻭ ﺍﻭ ﯾﮑﺮﯾﺰ ﻭ
ﭘﯽ ﺩﺭ ﭘﯽ ﺩﻡ ﺧﻮﯾﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮ ﮔﻠﻮﯾﻢ ﺳﺨﺖ ﺑﻔﺸﺎﺭﺩ ﻭﺧﻮﺍﺏ
ﺧﻔﺘﮕﺎﻥ ﺧﻔﺘﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺁﺷﻔﺘﻪ ﺗﺮ ﺳﺎﺯﺩ, ﺑﺪﯾﻦ ﺳﺎﻥ ﺑﺸﮑﻨﺪ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻦ
ﺳﮑﻮﺕ ﻣﺮﮔﺒﺎﺭﻡ ﺭﺍ