If you go to the door of the government,
You know its happiness is for you,
Its colorful shops are for you,
Its supermarket is for you,
Its streets after streets, its old houses are for you,
Its sky and pigeons are for you,
All its habits are for me,
Its king's palace is for you,
Its art school is for you,
Mr. Fat'hi is for you,
His late arrival is for me,
His ALCO is for you,
His wash is for you,
His NDASH is for you,
His spring is for you,
His Nazgol is for you,
His Abbasi, Arab and Samadi are for you,
His Mortazavi is for me,
His green yard is for you,
His spicy meatball is for you,
His Atelier of music is for you,
His printing workshop is for you,
His workshop 7 and 8 and all his cars are for you,
The public class is for me,
His Lorkah is for you,
His heritage is for you,
His end-of-year performance is for you,
His exhibition is for you,
His birth is for you,
The embrace of his group is for you,
The online class is for me,
His colored window is for you,
The paintings he hangs are for you,
His children are for you,
His library is for you,
His gallery is for you,
His romance is for you,
His advantages and disadvantages are for you,
His NDA and laughter,
His oranges are for you,
The last day you are a diamond for me,
His NDA going is for me,
This stuffy heart is for me,
If all this is for me,
Then for whom are we?
We are for us.