Lyrics of Havayeh Khooneh Siavash Ghomeishi In English
How depressing the air at home becomes, sometimes my heart is filled with this time, sometimes the sharp eagle of the plains of Esteghna is captivated by the claws of fate, sometimes the sound of the loving whisper of freedom becomes a cry and the moaning of the night, sometimes the gaze of strangers in the heart of homesickness is shot at my tired eyes, sometimes the hair of our old man becomes old from an accident, sometimes say it even though it does not reach anywhere, the shouting of words The right is the tail of the sword, sometimes take my hand to know the pain , dont say such and such, it is late, sometimes it pulls me towards itself, whether it is blood or the soil of love that is chained sometimes.
