Dont tell me tomorrow, no one has seen tomorrow Tomorrows story from this and he heard Come on, tears are talked about Out open like a baron in Lonne The garden of your eye in autumn and winter Sometimes I remember the sea Baron [Persian Music on iransong]
If you go back to your chest, God bless God Take the streets again, God willing to God to God Take my hand to the city of dreams I see your lips and come back
