Tell me, what do you think when you see
Your dreams waste your years
Cry, cry Firuze cry, cry for your candor
Remember, your beauty like the flowers
But they disappered between the spines
Their fragrance disappered
Like a nightingale the forest swarms
Who will hear your voice, Firuze?
Like a storm, a river flowing to the mar
Don't look away
One night is gone, the second to regret
Why you are hurrying, Firuze?
Say, what do you think when you see
Your dreams waste your years
Cry, cry Firuze cry, cry for your candor
Remember, your beauty like the flowers
Your sad eyes can't accept
That there is a price to pay
For the present that the heaven gave you
Your unique beauty, Firuze
Like a storm, a river flowing to the mar
Don't look away
One night is gone, the second to regret
Why you are hurrying, Firuze?