Come, let’s dance,
Let’s dance so much
That the city awakens
And seeks the sun.
Our weapon is our dance,
And the night knows
This beautiful virus
Multiplies
Exponentially!

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From every laugh,
A flower fountains towards the light,
Lips are explosions,
And the endless echo of every laugh
Weakens the covenant of the mourners.
One night,
Our laughter
Will be stitched
To freedom!
Our mother Iran
Is a fine tailor!