Lyrics of Start Mohammad Reza Shajarian In English

He does not want to reply,
The heads are in the face.
No one failed to respond and visit the companions.
Holding besides the leg, failing to do so, which is dark and slippery. Stand in front of your eyes.
is the breath of Cayenne, so what else do you have,
from the eyes of friends distant or near?
My young man! O old scarecrow of the old pious! Loli and my stomach.
I am my, the stubborn stones. The same colorless blessing. Hosts! The guest of the year and the back of the year is shaking as a wave.
is not a hasty, not death. The cold ear has taken it, it is a memorial to the cold slave of winter. The lamp is the same day, the night is the same.
does not want to respond.
The air, the door closed, the heads in the grazing, the hidden hands.
The clouds, the tired and sad hearts,
The Crystal Crystal Trees,
The Land, the Sky Ceiling,