Isfahan (Live)

When I was a child, I wanted to look like Farah Diba of Persia

Ma Dad had a carpet all across the wall

A sheik on his stallion underneath the crescent moon

Since I was a child, I felt inspired by the colors, of their palaces

There will be the day, when I walk with you

Where Lovers meet at night, at Pol-e Khaju

Underneath the magic of the moon, shining from the sheltering sky

A breeze of Coffee, of Cardamom

Will guide us through the night of Isfahan