Tired of displacement The sky is with us Strangers Our hands are lonely and empty Hearts of people Strangers without love Every look Glass of your eyes Strangers for the helpless Wandering the world
Strangers tired of displacement Heaven with us Strangers Our hands are lonely and empty Hearts of people Strangers without love Every look Glass of Strangers for the helpless Wandering the world
Stranger sleeping on the edges of the alleys Songs of familiarity in the silent streets Left only traces of
dirt Where is my soil, where is my home, where is my home, O God, this is not my home, my love, Iran, who has no money, who has no money, who heads
on the clay of sorrow, submits to the storm, who has no wall, the sky does not rain a drop on the salt marshes , never sows a seed of happiness in the heart of the refugee ,
the one who has no money, the one who has no money
, the one who has no peace, who submits to the storm, the one who has no wall, the sky does not rain on the salt marshes, a drop Let it not rain in the heart of the refugee , never plant a seed of happiness,
sleeping on the lips of the alleys, the songs of familiarity in the silent streets , the only traces of
my soil, where is my soil, where is my home, where is my home, O God, this is not my homeland, my love, Iran, where is my
