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