the women’s of Tehran
they don’t cover their face
they don’t cover their smile
giving the glory from their inside
and in such a familiar accent
that brings in me the thing I already forgot
and if you listen how they sing
and if you hear how- they- sing
my mother might be one of them
she use to tell me stories
and in a almost sad face
you can see a smile sometimes.
and in such a familiar accent
that brings in me the thing I already forgot
and if you listen how they sing
and if you hear how- they- sing
La la la la
La la la la……
the women’s of Tehran
they don’t cover their face
they don’t cover their smile
giving the glory from their inside
and in such a familiar accent
that brings in me the thing I already forgot
and if you listen how they sing
and if you hear how- they- sing
my mother might be one of them
she use to tell me stories
and in a almost sad face
you can see a smile sometimes.
If one day I will rise up there
I foreign bird in the sky of Iran
I will stretch my throat
I will open my wings
To sing for you in Teheran