Lyrics of derakht(remix) Ebi In English

In the loneliness of a large plain
Like the endless night wealth
A black tone is the last green tree
wounded
The wound of the ax
neither a heartbroken heart nor a name
its branches are full of birds
What a pure hive
Tired of Bringing
One day you come tired
with a beautiful old cooker
with you neither a mirror nor a mirror
There was an ax with you with the lever of the stone
that proud tree that has the sun to the sun
It is a dignity
The voice that is not a pitch in the night of the plain
but the peak of a sound