و تو ... دوباره
دوباره اشکهای من را بوسیدی
... آری
قاصدکها را برای همین فرستاده بودی
Life is perhaps
a long street through which a woman holding
a basket passes every day
a long street through which a woman holding
a basket passes every day
There is an alley
which my heart has stolen
from the streets of my childhood...
which my heart has stolen
from the streets of my childhood...
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