Rome of the desert I tired, I am tired, flower bunch I am in your house, my laughter and my heart is broken I am a blessing, without you, my stranger I go to my dear, my dear Nazanin I am happy, my dear Kuchi again Gold Takes it up to my head I am Nazanin, without you, my stranger My eyes go to my dear, my dear Nazanin I am Nazanin, without you, my stranger
