Lyrics of Bia Ta Gol Barafshanim Tabe Banafshe Parisa In English

Come on to sprinkle the flower
and we can squeeze
Ceiling and roof
and throw a new design
If the sadness of the army
that the blood of the lovers is shed
I and the Saghi and the foundation of it
Come to Paradise
We are thrown out
Chu and good -looking river
Happiness.