پوست شیر [Pooste Shir] [English translation]

Your heart, like a bird's

But your skin, like a lion's

Let go of the prison of the body

oh Bird, fly high

on the other side of the green jungle

behind the upside-down field

on the other side of the dark days

behind these light nights

For believing in existence

there may be a place, maybe

for touching the body of love

there must be someone, must be

who will hold your tired head

on her chest

For your worriers

for your simplicity, she will die

Your heart, like a bird's

But your skin, like a lion's

Let go of the prison of the body

oh Bird, fly high

talking about loneliness is old,

but bitter and chest-burning

the first and the last talk

is about every day and now

Maybe loneliness is a way

a way to the infinity

the repeated story of

Migration, migration and migration

But in this path, no one is by your side

except thorns attacks

there may be someone, maybe

someone whose hands are not like a cage

Your heart, like a bird's

But your skin, like a lion's

Let go of the prison of the body

oh Bird, fly high