Lyrics of Sedayeh Didar Khosro Shakibaei In English
With the basket I went to the square, it was in the morning. The fruits were singing. The fruits were singing in the sun. In the bases, life on the perfection of the skin saw the eternal surfaces. The anxiety of the gardens was bright in the shadow of every fruit. The boom of orange was tangible.
I returned home, my mother asked, "Nothing from the shopping field? Where could the fruits be in infinity? - I said buy from the field a good pomegranate. ...
noon of the mirrors to live away from the mirrors.
