Lyrics of Ziba Agar Bood Eshghe ma Bood Mani Rahnama In English

Hi, tattar, darkness, history and wind
who will kill the lamp
Who believed in the wind
good morning
and the rest of your life in the fall of tea
today
Your hands are so cold
that the winter is



We havent pronounced life for many years
Neither water, no sun, no mirror
Beautiful. If love is love
The taste of death
that came from our homeland
and the love of love is the only memory of you
what to say to you
? That
The shoulders of his days
Tabling your pseudo
Tofanjan captured my coffee
and I hid in your eyes as a rabbit
I hid his eyes on Wednesday morning to love you
I want
Well I know
Well, I know good
as gray to kiss and sprout
and the historian is a grave that is constantly large and bigger
and I must
Before the discourse is empty, you will
Forgive the tree

and Delopsima when you get home
for mirrors, water, sunshine and love
that always comes before the alley
for water, kite, rain
even for wind
.