Lyrics of The First Movement Mohammad Reza Shajarian In English

They do not want to say health, the heads are in the face.

No one has come up with the answer and visit the companions. Thats the hard cold.

The breath of the chest is coming out, cloudy, dark.
Chu wall of reason in front of your eyes.

Cinemas breath, so what else do you have? To the eyes of friends distant or near.

My young man! O old scarecrow of the old pious!

The air is very cowardly cold ...... I

Warm Dam and Happy head! In the opening.

My guest, my guest every night, Loli, and I am my dawn. I miss.

Harifa! Hosts! The guest of the year and the back in the back is as the wave shakes.

is not a madness, not death.

You heard the audio, the cold and teeth talk. Came in the morning?

gives a fuck; On the sky, this is not a red after the magic.

Harifa! The ear is cold.

This is a cold winter slapping reminder. And Qandil Sepehr Square.

Dead or alive, hidden to the coffin of darkness in the death of the darkness, hidden

Harifa! Row Light Lights, Night is the same with the same day.

Health does not want to reply

Air Doors closed; The heads in the grip; The hands hidden; The souls of the cloud; Tired and sad hearts

Crystal Crystal Crystal Trees

Earth Damn; The roof of the short sky; The dust is infected by the seal and the moon

Winter.