Blessed is the breeze of the desert that passes
To take kisses
I love my face.
Blowing to the hair
To the lovers of the goats
Comb Slow
Kiss him on the cheek
Whatever flowers see in the garden and grass
Everybody threw it in his footsteps
How do you go to Saba Khoraman
From this passage to Kuy-e-Janan
Tell me Im upset
Bring me the dew to my dear.
The tears of my joy are the expression of my fiery love.
Shipping from the world
