Lyrics of Tasnife Karevan Abdol Hossein Mokhtabad In English

The caravan will go to my moon until my month Oh my sigh is home to the house My tears go to the lap Delezberjan goes Life Months Careful Khan From the furniture Go How long See to the palate. Maybe again Tell me a desert. Tell me O my stone. Cayenne has no grief by side From the hot mirror! Blood Heart Milk John Mitra Like From the eyes of the blood of the heart Night of the talented night Delmitepad and fever Now Annovas heart Sarci Sweet sugar From the Yasserfar Kurdish why ignorant We have a mother -in -law Until you come to the head. O Zahel There is no cure for Avesta Send from Hassan Purproan