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It's a cold endless wet night
With the town full of grudges
I was walking inside pages
Of the book of revolution
When a call waked me up
Saying a friend was harmed
Green ribbon on my hand
Is the green thrill of freedom
Though spite is tightening my throat
Like a could mountain of reasons
Is this the last time
That I can see him alive
Is this the last time
He tastes this pain
The hospital pictures a mare
When you see punished guys there
And the smell of ulcerous blood
That floats on demurrer air
Green ribbon on my hand
Is the green thrill of freedom
Though spite is tightening my throat
Like a could mountain of reasons
Is this the last time
That I can see him alive
Is this the last time
He tastes this pain
[Solo: Pooyan]
Is this the last time
That I can see him alive
Is this the last time
He tastes this pain
The sky is bruised
And the shadows of thoughts
Have become black
Who would win the combat
Green ribbon on my hand
Is the green thrill of freedom
Though spite is tightening my throat
Like a could mountain of reasons
Is this the last time
That I can see him alive
Is this the last time
He tastes this pain
