And who do we make the secret of life?
Life passed while praising the times
Now burn what else but the heart
Everyone has cried with us
Who should we celebrate now?
Everyone is going back
Who should be placed on the throne of the kingdom?
His own life has betrayed him
You tell me who to try
Now all hopes are broken
Who wears the red dress now?
The mirror of the heart is broken
Now show the wounds of the heart to whom
My beloved has cried for me
Now to whom should you sing your merry song
Come to the pub and pick up a jam
How ashamed to drink alcohol now
When we ourselves moved away from Gulistan
Then to whom are the voices being given
When our life is empty of good deeds
Then why should we call ourselves the chosen ones?
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