Or what a paste taste of separation Spring Season So when do you come to my day and night. Both the color of a rotten color Spring of Iran is very beautiful My good child then when do you come Garden flowers not to die. The homeland was home What a paste of separation
my good child then when you come from regret so when the release of Iran was only a word Word was homeland what a paste of separation Die Lets see you again No credit to their lives You are captives What a paste of separation
Spring season then when do you come and night I have a shower Dondy heart of Iran Spring See you again not credit to their lives You are captives of their fate
