Lyrics of Gheteh Zarbi E Santoor Mohammad Reza Shajarian In English
To his drunken eye, from the trachea, the blood in the modules hear the storyteller, the burning of my hair, in the myths
hear the pain of the heart, maybe your bloody groaning tears are shed God! God! That this dinner does not happen to the magic What can I do! What do I make! The patience of our Zafar does not find out
How long? How long is it? Rise up! A step of disbelief and religion, not beyond! Raise with Mastan, Chu Silent and Boiling Sit with Miistani, away from self -esteem! Maybe in the Saghi, Zan Jami, to take me of authority from me
