Lyrics of Ojagheh Sard Farhad Fakhreddini In English

Left of the distant nights on the
raw path of the stone
forest from a small stove, cold
ashes inside it

, as in the dust of my thoughts, the dullness of the
visual plot in it, every
fictional thing, the result of the pain of

my sweet day, which had a fire with me, the
pattern has become discolored, cold, turned into
stone,
with the autumn of my life, the allusion to spring on yellowness,

as it remains of the distant nights
on its raw path, the stone
picking forest of the small stove,
the cold ashes ...

ترانه سرا : احمد شاملو