Lyrics of parandeh mohajer mahasty Haydeh In English

I was in the house of love
Now what a violin

Saddam is broken
Who to read

The flowers of our blood flowers were full in the garden
The bird was filled and went to the city and went into the city and went to the city
not a familiar place, no familiar, no acquaintance, The problem is

God; God; Look at us, with a heartbeat, we have no pain in the pain
and we are sorry for the city, from every city to the city, forgive me
, if I dont know, in Saddam, where tomorrow I am.