Текстове на песни: Al Di Meola. Other. Isfahan.

Isfahan your golden dreams lie sleeping
You are cold your silent fountains dreaming
Isfahan your splendors rich with keeping
You'll waken your palace doors open
wide to sing
Isfahan your ancient walls are stirring
A higher age will come and live once again
Golden minarets in the sun will gleam us
I dream of you Isfahan as I dream of
you Isfahan