If I were a cloud, I would load up and rain If I wake up
A burning, soulful violin on the radio
If Nihavend Acemaşiran cries.
If I were a crane, if I hit the roads
If I could fly to my own skies
If I arrived at home in the morning
Oh, if I were to greet the mountain ranges
The neighbor's daughter, the shepherd star
Summer gardens are green, purple and red
Oh, la'l in a bottle, and the crescent moon
I've never seen such writing again.
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