Lyrics of Sheydaee Mohammad Reza Shajarian In English
Mania is not late in all of Moghan, because I am a mania of cloaks, somewhere in the wind and in the office, somewhere the heart, which is a clear mirror, has dust, I ask God to speak clearly, the explanation of this story, but the candle rises, otherwise there is no butterfly, bring the wind ship to the words of the wind
that has made me a friend without a face , every corner of the eye from the sorrow of the sea heart, the saddle of the circle of bloody enamel, gives my liver to solve this problem in Saghar Minaei .Keeper
