Текст песни Havar - Owje rosvaee

One night you said you love your heart
And desire to dream of dreams
And you said with sadness: The life of poetry is meaningless
One should not read a poem whose vocabulary is desirable

Cravings maybe simple and worthless but far from it
Impossible cries that are sometimes the height of scandal

Here the dance dies Here the instrument burns
Here is the thought of decadent love here
In this rainbow, everything is full of dengue
Everything you see here is muddy and mysterious
The nonsensical riddles of blanket narratives
And the decaying taboos where the artifacts are

What to do with darkness, tired comrade?
Wandering this fall that love share is loneliness
What to do with darkness? What to do with walls?
In this silent prison that is hard to beat at night

But outside the prison there is blue sky
Beautiful living space is the air of the world mind
Come on with this spell the night did not fall off
To the wizards of this cold night Yalda