[Googoosh] What seasons did my generation not see for no reason, what sighs did not kill your generation, what days did not die, what wounds did not eat
[Mehrdad] My generation, what thoughts did not spill, the curtains were completely intertwined, what instruments did not make its branches, what leaves did not lose
[Googoosh] If you tell in turn, then where is our turn? Our share is our fate? The sanctity of our privacy?
[Mehrdad] Our flag did not tell you that the clothes were mourned , the share of my generation and you became the wind
[Googoosh] My generation was dripping hatred of the song, your generation did not have a memory , my generation is thinking of losing me , your generation is thinking of becoming a neighbor
[Mehrdad] Behind the fire, despair and death, the color of the homework, a hundred fine lines from the poem of the war ahead, the bitter curse of mothers, the tears of the sister, the place of an arrow in the gun
[Googoosh] The mill if Tell me in turn, then where is our turn? Our share is our lot, where is the sanctity of our privacy?
[Mehrdad] , our flag did not say that the clothes were mourned , the share of my generation and you became the wind of the air
