What about those unbelievable people who read in the streets of the city for midnight Rana where are you, what a disaster In the drunken world, and read the story of Vafa Rana, Rana, Rana. Mirror I am waking up In the shadow of this wake of this awakening Say the stone of patience that the darkness of my
Now I am here for the heart I read in the streets of the city This corner of the world I remember and
What about that what about those unbelievable people Midnight for their hearts read in the streets of the city Rana where are you, Rana Black In the drunken world, they are crying and Rana You were I was I was and we were My Mons in my lonely tears, it was You were like my Yalda I wish you had news I wish you had a word that Monsie my lonely tears, you were laughing at me You have been of my heart
What about it What about that unbelievers Midnight for their hearts In the streets of the city Rana where are you, Rana, what disaster Flower, Rana
