Lyrics of Kooche Banafsheha Farhad Mehrad In English
In the last days of March
In Clear Half Day
When the violets
With leaves, roots, grafts, and soil.
They fit in small wooden boxes
In the last days of March
In Clear Half Day
When the violets
With leaves, roots, grafts, and soil.
They fit in small wooden boxes
Joy of a Thousand
Whispers of pain and anticipation
It roars in the chest and flows on the cheeks.
Joy of a Thousand
Whispers of pain and anticipation
It roars in the chest and flows on the cheeks.
I wish I was a man
His homeland is like violets.
He could take it with him wherever he wanted
I wish I was a man
His homeland is like violets.
He could take it with him wherever he wanted
