The night that comes to the west The West comes with it in the streets of the city again the sound of my grief I leave it in the readings I see one coming from the song Singing the song Drunk I dont get my pain
I want to talk to one Who comes to listen to my words Im a stranger. I meet in my eyes but I am lucky Tired of whatever it was Whatever I am tired of being I want to come back to see no one [Iranian songs and new album music in Iran Song] I see sadness following me I see my sadness follow My drunken pain.
