Your Eyes
Your Eyes
When the silence of village change to shout
History will get rid of your restriction
,History is an old book in which
Recalls of my old wounds
Whatever I had, took from me the girl of Khan
?How long injustice on inhabitants of village
Matron! Go and look at your castle river
.Moses is my heart that becomes infant
With this lyric, I reach Solomon territory
This tired man will travel with wind
,O' your wild eyebrow an army of Mongols
?So when will my ruined heart be flourished
In you there are thousands farms of fresh opium poppy
.One would be addicted to your eyes
Arash Alizade
Translated by: Glorya



