Lyrics of Ashena Pooran In English

Familiar with my suction skirt, you keep prolonged by holding

Naqi, Oud or Tulip, Kane is such a breeze

because the breeze is a newer gall, a newer gate

Maybe your hand, sometimes your handbag


Another

until the message of the breeze of the flour from you, your heart will be your scent

My Paradise Be in your foam

My fate of my life, I have an eye on the fog

Familiar skirts, keep my sucking, keeping me


because the breeze beside me is a newer gall, a newer gate