Aghazadeh, take your blood, take you to Mehrabad, my soul, I
am the redeemer of love, whatever happened to Badabad
, somewhere in the mountains, in the forest and in your garden,
in the land of moonlight, do something, work
here, autumn and winter, there spring and summer,
come to go to Tehran, our hearts are hot
, my boredom is over from this day
, the account of another day has been lost,
the earth and time have been so stubborn with us
, this day has given us The first thing is crooked
, O heart, a new thing, O heart of
autumn, it has not yet come, the thought of spring, O heart of hey, I have made the
heart miserable, I
have broken the chain with a single gesture in you, here is
autumn and winter, there spring and summer,
come to go to Tehran, our hearts are hot, the
earth and time have been so stubborn with us
, this day has crooked our mouths, sir, your
blood, take you to Mehrabad
, my dear. Whatever happened, Badabad,
somewhere in the mountains, in the forest and in your garden,
in the land of the moonlight, do something, work
here, autumn and winter, there, spring and summer, come
so that we can go to Tehran, the heat of our hearts
, my boredom is over from this day
, the account of another day has been lost
to me, the earth and time have been so stubborn with us,
this day has crooked our mouths,
first of all, a heart, a novelty, a
heart.Autumn has not yet arrived, I thought of spring, O heart
, I made my heart miserable, I
broke the chain with a single gesture, here is
autumn and winter, there spring and summer, come
to us to go to Tehran, our hearts are hot
, my boredom is over from this day
, the account of another day has been lost to me,
the earth and time have been so stubborn with us
, this day has crooked our mouths.
