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You, so innocent, you crave tranquil lips Hugged in scent of petals, what a lady you are Childishly sorrowful, happy without excuse Your silence shows you are so full of cries Everyone here steps on your flowers Good people too turn so bad these days In this world, that is a prison to you Your place is not here, your place is in a flowerpot Forgive my arrogance, forgive my presence I'm a pedestrian too, forgive my trespassing You whose tear looks like a dew In your glance, there's always a vague sense This moment, this hour, tonight When darkness has put the city to sleep There's a shadow on the body of this wall You are, and a basket of withered flowers The whole world in your eyes in this very street Your mood is cold and that of Yalda every night Where is the savior of yesterday's legends? Our street's hero is so coward, so coward Forgive my arrogance, forgive my presence I'm a pedestrian too, forgive my trespassing You whose tear looks like a dew In your glance, there's always a vague sense How patiently you endure, our cruel ignorance, little girl We set fire to your flowers, you beg help! help! Forgive my arrogance, forgive my presence I'm a pedestrian too, forgive my trespassing You whose tear looks like a dew In your glance, there's always a vague sense

Actually I am Irani by birth, so love everything related to Iran. But don't know Persian language.

شما تصور کودکان اوکراینی و زنان اکراینی هم داشته باشید که کشورتون اونا را بمباران میکنه ولی صداتون در نمیاد ظلم همه جا هست وقتی جوونمرد محله چه نامرده