Lyrics of Pishvazeh Janan Hesamuddin Seraj In English

If one of the love on the roaring flour
on the fire is not strange, the shooter

The shooter of the shells
The skirt of the discharge to wear the doors

The smell of the flower breeze
the nuclear nighting naked. Sell ​​Sophie
Sell Sell

It was a pity to die
to soul and literally

Head who was not at the feet of loved ones
The cargo of the carvings

Saadi if the soil is still