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Alley

Alley is so good,
Home is so far
The pigeon sings
the one on the roof,
Sitting against me it is.

Children of the Alley
With their plastic balls
Are pouring out one by one.

Momma is cooking
Her cooking is just excellent.
Sad is sitting she in a corner,
In her hands a handkerchief.

Daddy’s out at work,
daddy thinks of us.
My father is a hero,
Yes, he is a hero.

The Sky is blue,
His place is empty
To rise up and see
How fine we are.

Streets are crowded
‘n water flows in streams.
Here is a good place,
Yes, it’s a good place.

Trees are all proud,
Oaks and Cedars yellow.
Laughing are men and women,
And are talking loudly,

People are without pain or sorrow
They’re together talking and having fun.
This I witnessed myself,
They water the weeds.

I ask for nowhere else
To be,
Just that place.

Alley is so good,
Home is so far
The pigeon sings
The one on the roof,
Sitting against me it is.

Children of the Alley
With their plastic balls
Are pouring out one by one.

Momma’s behind the window,
Her hands hidden in gloves.
And I’m helping here,
Not to see her tired!

Daddy’s out at work,
Daddy thinks of the month
My father is a hero,
Yes, he is a hero.

No clouds are up there,
White and blenched is the sky.
With our two wings,
We go higher and says,
The little one to Daddy,
“Sing me some lullaby!
I won’t get worried as I know,
You’re tomorrow with us.”

At nights, calm they
Dose off and sleep.
Mornings laughing,
They go to work.
No one’s quarrelling
They hold each other’s hands,
Everyman who goes.

Sky isn’t polluted,
White like ice-creams
Maybe someone high there
Was thinking of us.

I ask for nowhere else
To be,
Just that place.

The school bell rings,
It’s time to go home.
My backpack and a firmed belt,
I walk the alleys,
Here’s everyone good.
Morning to night many guys,
Walk facing our house.

Door and curtain and window open,
Everyday comes some joyful news.
And we cry in our alto sound,
“Never to carry away these days, wind!”
We are all together.
Here are all comforted.
In our motherland
Here in Iranian paradise!

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