O Nazanin, O Nazanin, O Nazanin, my last until you dark and cold, I am constantly yellow in the autumn You are in your fragrance, always in the sound you are a poem, a poem, a night lamp Nazanin ...... Nazan ...... I Nazanin Always you, in my romance like a prince, you come to my song My song ......
Youve ever been to me and you didnt even see behind you I know you dont always be in the moment.
