You are in this innocent/ thirsty lip I am immersed in the petals/ how much you
Sad baby/ the excuse of happiness Pidass silence/ which is full of screaming
Everyday here/ Cross the Glat I dont have good people here/ Gold Forgive my pride/ Forgive my presence I am a pedestrian/ forgive you
You are your tears/ Like the dewy Always in your drawings/ a sense of ambiguous
this moment this time tonight/ that all the darkness of the citizen is sleeping. Kuchs/ Air of every Yalda and Sardar Where is that savior of yesterdays myth?/ What is our place for our place
forgive my pride/ Forgive my presence I am a pedestrian/ forgive me
You are your tears/ Like your tears Girl Were going to fire Glato/ Youre begging for help help
