Tell me, tell me the taste of your words, sugar.
Like the grass of the seeds,
Its more like a cloud.
Tell me that I am tired of my heart.
Its my grief.
The Tradition of My Broken Heart
Say, tell me to die, for you are uncertain.
You are the Lord of the Forty Places.
Atigheh Ashrafi Negin
Tell me that Salar is tired
Whos Broken and Broken
Tell me that Salar is tired
Whos Broken and Broken
Say, say, but dont say
Say, say, but dont say
Tell me that your heart is fragile
Youre my heart and my heart.
I wish you all the best and the best.
Say, "Say the fragrance that shines with your voices."
The zeal of love is rooted in your veins
Sardar, lovers, you are my sacrifice.
