Lyrics of Sarab (Saraab) Mohammad Esfahani In English

The story is gradually raised
Our values ​​replaced our values ​​
Respect or Ali defeated in the minds of the arms
The mans hand was tired, the scales broke!

The breasts turned off the breasts
The mirror of the mirror forgotten
Tired the seekers tired of the miraculous mens miraculous hand

until smooth air wings and vultures
This time flogging the belief
rules the flames of the ashes
The credibility of the hands and calls on the leaves
The Faces of the Ria Certificate, the Mirrors on the Pacific

The story is the repetitive thing
What is our wound but your infinite wound?

My dark soul is now like the sea is bright
Morning from the suns sun shining
The razor remembers the root of sadness and sadness.
The sunshine of the existence of the eyes.