The lyrics song of the song of Fereydoun Foroughi s village

My dreams are an old village in a handful of shadows but intimate

My village worships the fountain instead of steel

My village is good and intimate, charming and beautiful, an old poem

But a yellow hand came from hell and set fire on my village

He stole the spring with a fist of steel, took it to the shade and gave it to the sun

My village was my dream, it was the good spring of my world