We kissed him on the dead roads without a soul
I kissed her in the alleys behind Lilakoh
I kissed him under every cloud of bruises
In the wet streets of Langrud
It rained from me, like a cloud tired of rain
It rained from me, to the Lahijan pool itself
Laugh with me, in the heated fight of the games
Laugh with me, in all the present and past
He laughed with me, on the way back
Laugh with me, in all the parks of Rasht
I kissed him in the tired cafes on the way
I kissed him with sadness in front of the university door
I kissed her in Rudsar, on the hot sands
I kissed him in the city, after being whipped.
We embraced, although fear was everywhere
In the cinema, which witnessed the love between him and me
I kissed him every night on the 100-year-old bridges.
We kissed him to the shore of the Chamkhale Sea
We kissed him in the bitter and difficult days that
I kissed him on the dry stump of a tree that
We passed the nights in a difficult and strange way.
It was strangers dinner and we ate our lips
With tired hearts, we are in a state of shock
With that look and accent of our northern hatred
I kissed him in the tired cafes on the way
I kissed him with sadness in front of the university door
I kissed her in Rudsar, on the hot sands
I kissed him in the city, after being whipped.
