Lyrics of Mara Be Khaneam Bebar (Daryoosh) Ebi In English

Night of the Night of the Charity
Cut Broken Full
I have come to my house
Take me to my house
No one remembers love
Thinking of us
from that self -esteem
You have left you and my shouting from this dead light. So kill this bird and sell it from this cage
how to cry that is not a sad helper
Take me to my house that the city. The city is not a helper
of this dead light. So kill this bird and sell it from this cage
how to cry that is not a sad helper
Take me to my house that the city. City is not a helper
Take me to my house. The star is not pleasant
Silence. That is not a songwriting night
Take me to my house that love is not in the midst of
Take me to my house, though home. Is not home
from this dead light. So kill this bird and sell it from this cage
how to cry that is not a sad helper
Take me to my house that the city. City is not a helper
Take me to my house. The star is not pleasant
Silence. That is not a songwriting night
Take me to my house that love is not in the midst of
Take me to my house, though home. Is not home
from this dead light. So kill this bird and sell it from this cage
how to cry that is not a sad helper
Take me to my house that the city. The city is not a friend

Composer : Armik
Arranger : Armik
Poet : Iraj Jennati Ataei