The eyes were blind, the lips were speechless.

Now the journey was different, and there were some mirages

Going to Dasht-e-Talab was a dream come true

The tumult of the Day of Judgment was on the roofs of the city

There were swallowed questions, there were vomited answers

This year's spring season was also waiting

There was a pain in the accents, there was anxiety in the eyes

The moon of dreams has fallen, and the tails of the stars have gone out

The hands of the flowers were burnt. How was this sun?

The cell passed, the lips still wet

What a strange thirst, what a wonderful companion

He became the breadwinner in this contradiction

There was the body, and there was torment, there were eyes, and there were dreams.

In the morning, they were scattered in the noise of the city

Like he was not a man, he was a painter

The eyes were filled with blood and scattered in the streets

Died before coming. There were such revolutions

It was a nightmare

Then there was neither the attachment nor the avoidance

There is more to coherence, there is more to confiscation

This is the pressure of the dust. There were roses in it

The clouds of the year opened, and the dust of GK was washed away.

The cities that were underwater appeared in the eye

In the path of pain, in which hangover do you walk?

The eyes were blind, the lips were speechless.