On the gramophone, rotating the moonlight in the night symphony, my beginning in the alley is not clear, this is in front of the sea The beauty of the mosque, even God is here. Snow Hey Walk Behind the letter Hey words behind the letter Now we are on the roof of Tehran Baron starts in the end bit . . You are open with the wave with moonlight, in the wind I dance the corner of the bedroom, in the memory of you You . . . Moonlight Cycs on the Gramophone Youre open to the lonely dance in the Balon Flight to Tajrish as if you are getting the future This season is finishing The rain begins, the rain begins.
