Khooneye Ma – Marjan Farsad خونه ی ما – مرجان فرساد
Those who miss their home, who are looking for their home, who can not find their way, who are out of the way
Later on
My death will arrive one day,
It may be a bright, spring dawn.
It may be a distant winter dusk.
Or perhaps a silent night-
in a foggy, frozen fall.