Lyrics of Booye Baroon Afshin In English

Clazing the barn
Wet Wet Tone
How Unpredictable
The Treasurers Treasurer Treasure

Jake Jake and Nallon
Veyron Wheat Poetry

Cant Fill
Golden Golden
Parvad

In those days on the mountains
had a world of world

Wheat Wheat Fountain
It has a duck springs

Now permanently the old spring
Home in Rouhs

Smell the smell of wheat
Red
kisses to Baza

Now only in this westernity
Coast Cinema looks like a mountain

I am filled with the Nallon
Fluring from the past

to Diaram
to the smell of rain
Comrade

Now only in this coldness, my comrade
full in this chest, my comrade