Lyrics of Parse Zanoon Mohsen Chavoshi In English

Genon in the porch instead of the house
Sadness; these days my trunk is tired

My hell these days, I cut you from you
behind him, hey, I eat his stick

I have been waiting for the hot chest for a few years
That I call your name

The guarantor of my eighth unrivaled
my strange East star
The pigeon that becomes forgotten
to hug you again

I have been a few years old to count my moments
This tiredness is tired of being tired

Wrong

I am forgotten
my strange East star
The pigeon that became a
to hug again