Massoud Farddamshs Word:
From the hugs of the rains of cravings
With the dry tone of our hearts
Hundreds of Sadness, another branch of
With our cravings we did not be happy
The sadness was not released.
With our fellow craft it did not get drunk
Laughter with our faded lips,
Did not make a good and not.
Singing Shahrokh:
With our cravings we did not be happy
The sadness was not released.
With the cravings, Ashg Matam is our comrade
Dont be tired of our friendship, not tired of being tired
Massoud Farddamshs Word:
With the cravings, Ashg Matam is our comrade
Dont be comraded, from our dumb lines
Tired of our distress, not hate
With the cravings of the dry, the tanks were not full
Dry Bush,
Abda did not bud and never bearned from blossom
With our desires not happy
Singing Shahrokh:
With our cravings we did not be happy
The sadness was not released.
With our cravings we did not be happy
The sadness of the heart was not free
