Lyrics of Rageh Penhan Khosro Shakibaei In English

I miss it,
I am strange.
and nothing,
not these fragrant minutes, which turn off the orange branch,
not this word honesty, which is silent between the two leaves of this night flower,
No, no one from the empty invasion of around
and I think this
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And love, only love
You warmly makes an apple manus.
Love, only love
took me to the grief of life,
made me a bird.
why do you miss, like loneliness. Think of how lonely
If the small fish has an infinite blue blue.
- What a thin thought!