Lyrics of Bareho Gorg (Shahram Solati) Ebi In English

A tired heart and a great pain,
a lamb and a pack of wolves, a spring
and a hundred thousand treasures,
a world of black clouds in the sky,

not a shepherd who heys hey,
not a sympathizer who cries, not a
traveler who will stay one day
, not a bird that reads

something with these halfway companions, the last of the way, the wolf

is sitting in ambush
with the iron donkey, I

dont have time to go back
, I dont have time to go back. I have a heart full of kill,
I cant go to give in to fate, I give birth
to a calamity

, I blow the hand
of God, I pass through their world,
I wish they would slaughter us
, if we dont eat, their grief

is a tired heart and a great pain, a sheep, a sheep, a
herd of
wolves, a spring and a hundred thousand treasures,
a world of black clouds in the sky,

not a shepherd who heys hey,
not a sympathizer who cries,
not a traveler who One day, there will be
no bird that will sing anything,

with these halfway comrades, at the end of the day, the

wolf is sitting in ambush
with the iron donkeys, I

dont have time to go back, I dont
have a heart full of kills,
I cant go to the fate, I
give birth to the calamity

, the hand of God blows them
, I pass through their world,
I wish they would slaughter us,
if we didnt eat, their grief would be slaughtered by

God,
I would pass through their world,
I wish they would slaughter us,
if we didnt eat, their grief would

sound. Poet (Masoud Fardmanesh): I
breathe the hand
of God, I pass through their world,
I wish they would slaughter us
, if we do not eat, their sorrow will be blowing by

the hand of God, the
hand of God will blow them.

Poet : Masoud Fardmanesh