Bardia Memar - Isfahan Lyrics

Isfahan, the land of gems
Whose soil nurtures art from us and them

Isfahan, the land of friends
Whose joyous chorus thrives without an end

What is one to do
When it's up to you?
Who will see it through
'Till it's something new?
Leave it all to Isfahan

Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an

Isfahan, the world shall look to thee
When we find out we all are history

Isfahan, the land of pens
Whose writings timeless stem from God knows when

Isfahan, the land of tens
Of thousands more in treasures to append

What is one to do
When it's up to you?
Who will see it through
'Till it's something new?
Leave it all to Isfahan

Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an
Isfaha-a-a-an

Isfahan, the world shall look to thee
When we find out we all are history
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