Lyrics of Pish Dar amad Mohammad Reza Shajarian In English

Johns concert; Birch Art Celebration, July 1 The trilogy device; Poems: Attar Neyshaburi, Houshang Ebtehaj (Shadow) Composer and Supervisor: Mohammad Reza Lotfi Vocal: Mohammad Reza Shajarian Mohammad Reza Lotfi and Zidollah Toloui: Tar Kamkar Passey: Santour; Bijan Kamkar: Tonbak; Darwish Reza Najami and Hadi Montazeri: Kamanche; Abdul Naqi Afsharnia: Ney; Ismail Sadeghi Asa: Oud; The preference (group) 00:00 and Karshmeh (Tar & Santour) 06:18 Camel and Spring Drunk Spring from Abolhassan Saba (Tar & Santour & Tonbak) 10:40, Zabul, Moay and Landing; (Singing with Tar and Kamanche) 13:24 Opposite Singing,; (Singing with Tar and straw) 24:00 Half Fence 32:35 Landing Fence 35:15 Masnavi Hadi Pahlavi 39:05 False and Disasters (Group) 46:44 Color of Treasury (Group Group) 55:02 ********** ----------------------------- O my life and John unaware of you The world is full of you and the world is unaware of you Your role in your imagination Your name on the tongue and the tongue of u unaware Because he realized my heart and my life that eternal In John and in the heart, the heart and soul of you are unaware Of u the news is called and the bad All in the name and the sign of you unaware What do you have to explain and express. The description of you is unable Seekery In the valley of certainty, you are unaware of you Attar though the scream of your love There are women s notes Attar Neyshaburi Determining that Tonight Drunk Tonight Foot of the jar in the head of the head to the market So I get to an hour whatever it is. How long will I be a guide How long I should be self -sufficient. Repentance has to be defeated. I will be a few ends in the ten -fading wine. Hein, who has a heart Attar Neyshaburi The aliens and the trap from the two coasts of the time You run Han! O you always among I go to the garment to be on my door! The coming to see you, not crying. Aman A flower gardens from the curtains Your smell kills me at dawn to the garden Oh that kills out of the head and chest of blood wave What do I do that kills from within your hand What is the sadness of your existence of the absence, the living and the dead? Breath in your tail we hear the smell of John Whatever I look around in this grass The mirror of my pronoun except you does not show Houshang Ebtehaj Send from