TEHRAN
This bar is not bad It’s true!
His coffee is good Fine!
The sky above is blue Good!
I am not blind, darling!
I see what beautiful chairs around what is a table
I do not deny the music of the seaside
and after this coffee, the lips are much so good
I can swim in this unfamiliar air
I know how to see through I do not know
I know!
Comfortably I sit in the middle of your eyes
Wherever I put my hand
I have a little more delicious you
I am not a donkey
I understand!
You are right!
OKAY!
But if all this
And that
Was under the black sky of Tehran
It would have been so good!
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