Lyrics of Ersiehayeh atefi Shakila In English

In this tired land, I have no other soul
I do not try to calm down

In this tired land, I wish I was in vain
Emotional inheritances here

The day of the breath of women go to the mirage
Dry throat and my thirsty lips
Rome

The dry tone of the flower horn is not expected of the sprouts
The horses of breath is not a lick

Dont ask for a refreshing burnt face
Do not rely on thirsty thirst

My salvation angel.