The flower in front of you, my flower, is no longer a spectacle, the ashamedness of the flower from your vision, O soul, there is no denying this place, your lips open to laughter, as if your laughter is the dawn of the eyes of the sky, like your eyes, you have not seen the mist of a star,
come that I see the appearance of the moon in your face, in the shadow of your hair, I see the evening without dawn, you killed a hundred wishes in my heart and you did not care, you were the doctor of the heart, but this Dont Cure Your Heart
By : Behrouz Emami [ Iranian Songs & Music New Albums in Iran Taraneh ]
