City of our story is not a familiar voice In the roads of Atefeh, there is no trace of the song The song of the song no one else in the night One in the love book, the dark color of the city, the hearts of the city, the rocky houses The whole alley of my nostalgia
The birds in the hugs of the night break the night The army of happy moments came back In this frustration, no one was thinking of the heart.
