The Air Of Lovers
Marjan Vahdat
3:46Alas, there is nobody Nobody is aware of other people's pain Alas in this big city there is no voice of a companion or beloved The whirl of your eyes made me crazy made me crazy, my dear, made me crazy we live in separation, swear to this seperation I am about to burn Sorrow is my guest, because you are far from me My soul always looks for your entity The whirl of your eyes made me crazy made me crazy,my dear, made me crazy