Lyrics of chon abr be norooz rokhe lale beshost Ahmad Shamloo In English
Master Shamloo:
When the cloud washes the tulip face on Nowruz, get up and blow the cup with the right determination , the right determination of this greenery, which today is a spectacle , tomorrow everyone will be removed from your soil, right
Master Shajarian: The
cloud came and wept over the greenery, the wind is not safflower, it is not possible to live this greenery, which is my spectacle today, until the greenery of our soil, who is the spectator?
