Текст песни Julio Iglesias - Persian-Tajik song - Bavar Kon

Believe, believe my voice
A voice that is bitter and tired
Believe, believe my heart
A heart that is a mountain but broken
Is broken

Believe, believe my hands
Which is a caressing stem
Believe, believe my eyes
That's asking for an ode

The temptation to fall in love
Inflammation of the moment
Hesret shouted
Someone's name with Saddam

Whatever your name is
How romantic it is like a sonnet
Tempting like traveling
It is as honest as homelessness

Believe my name
I'm in the rainy season
Disgusted garden and flowers and dew
My tree is a dry tree
You are in the hands of hail

Believe, always believe
That I am sincere in love
Believe me, believe me
That I Always Love