Lyrics of Be Bagheh Hamsafaran Khosro Shakibaei In English

Call me
Your voice is good
Your voice is a strange plant
At the end of intimacy
In the dimensions of this silent age
I am from the taste of the ballad in the eloquence of a lonely alley
Come on to say how big my loneliness is
Time
Part between two meetings
Come understand the stone together
Come see things sooner
Look at the fountain scorpions on the pond page
Turn the time
Come water like a word in my line
Come smell my luminous masses
It was harsh
and it was cold then warmed up behind a stone
The anemones oven
In these dark alleys
I am afraid of multiplication and matches. Ken under a branch of the night of the friction of metals
Call me in the morning
and I will wake up in the dawn of Yassi from the back of your fingers
and then
tell the bombs I was asleep and fell by
Tell the species I was sleeping and

What a comfortable yellow canainess of your singing
Tell me what the ports came in in the ports
What a scientific smell of gunpowder smell
What a conception of the unknown taste of bread in the mission of Tavid