Lyrics of Akharin Chaharshanbeh Saal Leila Forouhar In English

The night of the Syrian Wednesday was the night of the spoon-wrenching, the
war of light and darkness, oh, how spectacular it was the
night of the fortune teller Standing behind the hatred of the window of the
hot night The incident of the night was a hundred memories of the
night of Milad Crystal on the bushes of light The
night of the intention of the night of vows The night of the passion of
all the couples before each other Their words were the sand of the oven
Their shadows were full of words My shadow whistled and blind
on the nostalgia of the night was the feast of the stars
I was one of the loneliest stars at the end of the year
I was tired like the night but In the thought of a trip, I dreamed
of a bird and dreamed of two wings
with a voice like a reed, someone was singing at the door like a wolf, burning my
head to my feet like the wolf of the oven,
someone came from the air like a miracle,
whoever it was, it was a fire with the idols,
in the alley, in my heart, I hated the mourning
on the night, the white net, on my head, the black net, someone at the end of the year was
spooning me
with the same excuse. It came to me
again on Wednesday night, again on Wednesday night, the night of the fortune teller, like
every year before me, the place of his loved one was empty, the place of his loved one was empty,
the one who had a beautiful and lovely accident, the
fire was Wednesday night, the rain was a drought, the one who owned the light, the owner of the

accident, the owner of the color of the sunset, the owner of the sunset, every early morning,
now the voice comes again, someone spoons,
I wear a tent, this is my share.