{Narrator (Mawlod Zahtab)}: Bidel is not in my city The sadness of the heart that is not capable of being sad
Night to my bedtime tired of my friend Older and ancient scholars
O heart where this is not the heart of the physician of the disease
{Moein}: tears and this love has given it My heart away from my sin. This love is Two of your eyes a night of fire I thought I was a love We are A color, honest, straight, my love
You didnt see your love for you You didnt see the night in the game You dont know what the pain is you didnt see the distress dear, my dear, my love Not myself
Chonon Lover of Chonn Davoa I am I want to be from you and from my heart I am still with the same crazy I am a color, honest, straight, my
