Behind every alley, if someone feather a feather,
dont doubt that he is in love, someone like me,
I am the stranger of your city,
who is a stranger in the company of people
, whoever is more with eyes, night and day in the valley is
a lover like me, in the last line,
I am the stranger of your city,
who is a stranger in the company of people
, one in love stories, the form of Farhad,
one behind the alleys of no one, full of screams,
so many breaks, share It wasnt my share to cry, it wasnt my share to cry, it wasnt my share to cry
, it wasnt my share to
sit day and night with distress and pain without anyone, it
wasnt my share to sit in
the back of every alley, if someone fills a feather,
dont doubt that its a lover, someone like me,
Im the stranger in your city,
who is a stranger in the company of people
, tell me, my dear, youre with me, you dont break love, I stay
crazy in love. In
the back of the alleys of the night, out of sight, with a heart of blood, with eyes more
like crazy, I sing for you,
but those eyes of yours, I have not seen the lover,
those two beautiful eyes, have drawn me to this point,
if you see that one day I am lost, I am lost on a trip,
do not doubt that my lover will take my name in the lover
