Lyrics of Mara Be Khaneam Bebar Dariush In English

Night of the nights, the broken cheekbacked
I have reached me nowhere, to take me to my

Nobodys love, no one thinks of us
to be self -sacrificing, my cordial and crushing

from this deadly light, how to kill this bird
Tiger, which is not a city city

from this dead light, killing this bird
Kill from this bird and selling this cage
how to cry
how to cry, which is not a sad helper
Take me good, that the city is not a helper
Take me, I am not a star
That love is not in the middle
Take my house, though not a house

from this dead light, killing this bird
Kill from this bird and selling this cage
How to cry, which is not a sad helper
Take me from this city. Sell ​​

How to cry, which is not a sad helper
Take me good, that the city is not a helper

Take me to me, not a stunning star
Silence, which is not a songwriting night
Tiger my house, if my house is not in the middle of my house. To burn
Kill this bird and sell this cage
how to cry, which is not a sad helper
Take me good, that the city of the city is not a helper

from this dead light, killing this bird and selling this cage