Whether I miss the beautiful north I miss the beach I miss the forest and rain for the northern Iron
I wanted to go to that city to its people and Chalus and Noshahr I O my dear land of passion and my mood I am open to my cuisine O my dear land and my mood. Fever of Love In the heat of the summer of the sea maybe one day a new love reads me from the dream of Dream Read me from the dream of the dream
I am open to my dawn I am a land of passion and my mood To be beautiful in the north Hug me in her arms I miss the air of the beach Die in my heart.
I want to read the tangle of the sea Tale and poetry and song Look at those two restless eyes I am I am still a full -fledged bolder O my linguistic land of passion and my mood
