Lyrics of noon o panir o sabzi (Dariush Cover) by Amir Afjar Shahyar Ghanbari In English

Bread and cheese and the sobs of the cold table Lovers of
bread, cheese and hazelnuts The clothes of mourning in the box of

bread, cheese and almonds An unfinished story
of bread, cheese and vegetables You are worth more than this at the

feet of all the garlands Again the execution of the sound
again The death of the rose again Again

the green fire of the forests by the matches of madness
from the tiles of our water Intrusive Fountain of blood

Bread and cheese and almonds An unfinished story of
bread and Cheese and vegetables are worth more than that

, the story of the bad witch who came from books,
sat on the pulpit, beheaded the blood of lovers,

next to the city, the mirror of the green forest was glass,
for Gis Golabtoun that day was like always, he

poured oregano in his skirt until his mother made a tent, he
went to fill the whole city with the smell of grass,

unaware that the magician had stolen his way,
he drew a black line on the face of the ladys sun. It was

hey, hey, come someone come and say a new poem
for Gis Golabton about the death of the witch, tell
me about the death of the bad witch that came from the books, bread

, cheese, and almonds, an unfinished story, bread
, cheese, and vegetables, you are worth more than this, your

eyes saw nothing but the night,
there was no air, there was no breath, the story did not end, the
stories of my grandmother are my own mirror, the spell of the
witch must be broken with your hands.

The hands of your friendship are not darkness of terror, the
light that has the last word enters our story,

it is a pity that the city of the mirror becomes black, it is forbidden,
the story in my story is not finished like this

, hey, hey, someone come and say a new poem
for Gis Golabtoun about the death of the witch, tell about the
death of the bad witch that came from the books

, hey, hey, someone come and say a new poem
for Gis Golabtoun about the death of the witch
, tell about the death of the witch

to the poem. May your gis be a hopeful poem,
your mirrors will be the sun for you, each of them will be the sun

, hey, hey, someone will come and say a new poem
for Gis Golabtoun about the death of the sorcerer, tell
about the death of the bad witch that comes from books, bread
, cheese, and hazelnuts, the mourning clothes in the box
of bread, cheese, and vegetables, you are worth more than this.

Composer : Farid Zoland
Arranger : Manouchehr Cheshm Azar
Poet : Shahyar Ghanbari