Lyrics of Jomeh Farhad Mehrad In English
In the wet frame of these windows
, I see a picture of a sad Friday,
what a black mourning garment!
I see heavy eyebrows in his eyes.
Blood is dripping from the CIA cloud!
Blood drips from the rain on Fridays!
I cant breathe, I dont get it on Fridays!
I wish I had closed my eyes, I cant do that!
Blood is dripping from the CIA cloud!
Blood drips from the rain on Fridays!
Fridays life reaches a thousand years,
on Fridays there is no more sadness,
one gets tired of ones own hands, he
shouts with his lips closed:
Blood is dripping from the CIA cloud!
Blood drips from the rain on Fridays!
Its time to go on Friday, its time to pluck my heart, he
stabs me in the back, hes on my way!
Blood is dripping from the CIA cloud!
Blood drips from the rain on Fridays!
