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