Lyrics of Khiaboonhayeh Shahreh Man Mohammad Bibak In English

The streets of my city indicate the pain and pain
Suffice it to be alive
soften with a series of low -lying people
So who comes to my generations savior
in the way of dust and laughter
All busy playing poisoning and savage
Green all satisfied with the death of the baby
satisfied with the death of anyone
but
Surprisingly I still
Still protesting people, but Zandan still remembers spring
also rolled in tears tonight
Tonight, I
Make, stay, and hug
A pure young man playing with blood
The possible voice of divorce is drawn to the street
to keep the street to keep the street in front of itself. Nallen
Whenever the model car comes up and everyone is buying
every day
to boast it
to display the power of the car, every day
My words are my 2 -foot guys who are riding the car
who do not know the car slave and the car. Hundreds of Lantern for Hundreds of Lantern
Here Makes Making the People who are short of thinking
Behind God and Ali Bakrullah
In this city a wedding and a funeral is a mourning
I do not have a cold and cold -blooded baby
Why the world is in the city of this city. One of the hunger cannot sleep One of the sir
is hard to count the number of girls who are captives
Even all displaced with gasoline fuel
You can see the Burnt of Gasoline
Ashish
Darkness of the city wanted to set up but the symbol of dawn
because in the darkness of the night is more open. Barry
In this dry sea
Heres Humanity, Conscience of 2 Gangs
The Law, Security of 2 Dead, the future of all the dark and cold young young
The way to live their smalle and post
my city adulterer. I have not written a
I dont write a 17 -year -old girl looking for abortion
If my descriptions to hell, what is the truth of me
The result of a dead fetus
Bloods blood like a wolf
Anno innocent daughter
Bucky Son
What does my city have
a handful of offspring
In the sky of iron
a handful of earthy heart
If I pray for you
Pray for an earthquake to be overwhelmed by the earthquake
The earthquake, the earthy, the man
Esraki and every street screw is a bit of a poem
My city streets, but bit Shreka, bit Shreka, bit Shreka
Beat Shirka, Bit Shirka, Beat Shirka
Beat Shirka, Beat Shirka, Beat Shirka