One day, when you look back,
If dreams have sipped your years
Cry, cry Firuze, cry
Tell how irresistibly beautiful you were once.
The greens are jealous of your color in the spring.
You are like a love spell, Firuze
You are like a delicate flower or a secluded nook in a forest
Or a grape mist, Firuze.
(You are) Like a clear water, sometimes like a volcano,
Or like a strong wind.
There is a rush in your eyes; but, you feel like years pass so slow.
What’s your rush? Wait, Firuze.
One day, when you look back,
If dreams have sipped your years
Cry, cry Firuze, cry
Tell how irresistibly beautiful you were once.
If a sad look settles
From the tip of your eyelashes to the pupil of your eye.
There is price to pay for everything, even for your beauty.
And one day, you will pay for it. Pay it Firuze.
Like a clear water, sometimes like a volcano,
Sometimes like a strong wind.
There is a rush in your eyes; but, you feel like years pass so slow.
What’s your rush? Wait Firuze.