Lyrics of Mard-e Jan Be Lab Reside Mohsen Namjoo In English
Touched out because the cup is boring
Touched out because the cup is boring
What is the man called the mans life?
Love danced on the garbage song
Ferdowss promise was wasted, out of life
What is the man called the mans life?
The dirt was spread to the head
The wind blows and all the secrets were revealed
They gave up their righteous
Osne lost, the sentence was falling
Seven riders of Krand on Arvands lips
Each one be the call of my
Each one be the sound of my granny
Have the tradition and renewed their way
Wow, what are the man named?
On the worlds lord
Or thats what suffered what suffered
Nation
Nation
We have become your nation, Cyrus Wala!
Golden Nickel coin without fruit
Barghag was the hotels justice, the waist left
Laid
Laid
Laid
Laid
Laid
Waist ...
