My father was planting rain seeds, the harvest season was blessing from the soil , the sky was shattered, the garden was in mourning, the hatred of the dew flower became the branch of light, the sea water was broken, the back of the beach was bent, the wound
was healed, the proud mountain was broken, the farm was shattered,
our harvest was sad, the farm was plagued , our share was mourning, the
house was on fire and is collapsing, Nazanin Nazanin, it is time to join hands. Giving is the house in the fire and is collapsing Nazanin Nazanin is the time to rebuild the house When the greenhouse is the enemys stove The enemy is also the owner of my house The place of the story of my little sorrow is the time to tell us and become us Nazanin Nazanin is the time to join hands Nazanin Nazanin is the time to flower and fall in love Nazanin Nazanin is the time to take back the house again It is time to tell us and We are becoming
