Spring, my daughter, fall asleep Skhry, Salvation. My Flower Flower, O new buddy Spring, you have come with him too. Come Come on peoples face Watch his tips to lose himself to the flower
Spring, my daughter, the nature of nature If it falls from the clouds; I see myself from afar your future sweet spring.
Spring, my daughter, Nowruz, come to peoples face Watch her Flower to lose her flower.
