Lyrics of Noono Paniro Sabzi (Ebi Va Daryoosh) Ebi In English

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

stale bread and burnt halva Silk of the sea
Bread and cheese and walnuts The story of the city of magic Bread

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

all the minarets Again the death of the
rose Again again

The green fire of the forest by the hand of matches Madness
from our blue tiles, the fountain of blood of

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

, the story of the bad witch who came from books, sitting
on the pulpit, beheading the blood of lovers,

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

, he poured oregano in his skirt until his mother made a tent
. The smell of the grass of the whole city and the ticks,

unaware that the witch had stolen her way, she had
drawn a black line on the face of the lady sun,

oh 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,

Gis Golabtons eyes saw nothing but the night,
there was no air, there was no breath, the story did not end
Grandmas stories, my own mirror
The witchs spell must, with Break your hands

with the hands of your friendship, darkness is not afraid of the
light that is the last profession, according to our story Pamizadeh
Haifa which is the city of mirrors, it will be blackened,
your story, my story, it will be unfinished like this,

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

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

until the poem of Gis Golabton May Golabtoon be a hopeful city
, your mirrors will be for you, each one of them will be the sun,

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

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