goosh mikoni be harfe har salighei...mishe vaghteto be man bedi chan daghighei...man negaranam vase tarikhe tahrif shode ... vase maghze javoonaei ke tahrik shode...
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my s more