To see Tehran, I miss it, because there is no place like Tehran , because being far from my homeland is death for me, God does not know this grief, no one knows this sorrow, until God is helpless, you are in distress, you cry and you are Muslim, you are sorry, you are sorry, you are sad, you
want to visit the city of love, you knock on the doors of the houses in the alleys of memory, you read from the past, I remember the old days, I miss the
ruins, I miss the last wire, hit the wire. At the end of the day, Taki Khuda Bisamouni Dar Badri Distress Screaming and Muslimuni My last regret Taki God Bisamouni Dar Badri Distress Screaming and Muslimuni Finally regretting
to see Tehron I miss the strait because there is no place like Tehron Being far from my homeland for me Death God does not know this sorrow for me Taki God Bissouni in Badri Distress Screaming and Muslimuni
Regret at the end of the day Regret is still crazy heart wants to visit the city of loveIn the alleys of memory, knock on the door of the houses, sing from the past, remember the old days , the ruins, my heart beats the last wire, knock on the last wire, until God is helpless, you are
in distress, you cry and you are Muslim , you are sorry, you are in distressI am sorry for you، I am sorry for you، I am sorry for you.
