Lyrics of Kamancheh Interlude Shahram Nazeri In English

Houshang Ebtehaj (E -Shadow)



With this sunset of the green grass say


Tell me the sadness of the distracted vegetables





Say





It became that Sar put on the shoulder of sword


hugs; dirt and no one; Nastaran Say




The germs enthusiasm; Say




Its water does not return to the atmosphere; dry


with a worse eye; Yasman say




from the Saghims; Say




Say the good news that had a hundred Syrian flowers


Vienna Wave; Blood Waves that kills it in the mouth



Broken Cedar Role ِ Our heart; Say





It has become purple and bruised shadow and green


My black cedar in the sunset;



Dr. Shafii Codec: Nights (Mehdi Akhavan)




This day.



You are crystal clouds



to the Garden of Mazdak and Zoroastrian. Nights



The flower of the leaves and


The leaves of the wind and


the cloud fears it



and hides any spring




its song and anthem




The tyranny of


such a awakened and sea


You are the only one you read.




Nights



The flower of the leaves and the wind of the cloud and the wind of the cloud











Every mirror is alienated



and hides every fountain of its head and anthem


such a wake of your lonely and seafarer.



The only one you understand


Language and password; singing the unbelievable density.





Listen to the passion of singing



Trees that are now in the buds; the garden


Sleeps




to the plains; the mirrors



Jobaran Flowers


Find your looting


Your singing.






The poems of this collection are mainly written in Irans political space after 1332. (Quoted in the album).



The composer of "Farrokhzad Layeq" Daf: Bijan Kamkar / Oud: Ardeshir Kamkar / Kamancheh: Sherwin Migration / Santour: Siamak Aghaei Track 1 & 6 / Santour: Ali Bahrami Tarak 10 / Navid Dammam. Dahl: Homayoun Nasiri / Three Tar: Farrokhzad Layeh. Its poem in the album:


Mehdi Akhavan Saleh



The waves are sleeping calm and Ram



The drumming is stormy.




And



The waters have fallen out of grinding.





In Mazar -e -Abad, the city pounding


Wow, the owl wont come to the ears. Roar.




Oh lost in chest


The chickens their heads under the wings.


is in silence; the eternal buried


.




The waters have fallen from the mill



The bloodshed of blood.


The Place of Suffering and Anger and rebellion of bushes



Classes) They are.




The house was empty and the bread and bread


and what was the soup was not a burning mouth.



This night. Yes, a very terrifying night


Lake Lake Like the hill was not a day.




Ahmed Shamloo



I am not a story that says

I am not singing ......








Ken.





This was all the poems.