Music: Shahin Najafi

Arrangement: Majid Kazemi

Cover: Ali Baghban

Lyrics: Yaghma Golrouee

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Amoo Norooz

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Amoo Norooz! Don’t come here … this house is in mourning!

Father is still in debt for last year’s New Year’s Eve

Mother’s eyes are as red as Haft-Seen’s goldfish,

They got wet so much, they’re losing sight bit by bit

Brother is lost behind oblivion syringes

Sister’s body is torn apart like petals in embrace bazar…

 

In this dark house no one is waiting for you,

As long as bread and happiness is not amongst your backpack

 

Amoo Norooz! Don’t come here … Amoo Norooz! Don’t come here!

 

Amoo Norooz! Don’t come here, spring has gone from our memory

On the tablecloth there is no Haft-Seen, no bread, no oil money

Amoo Norooz! In this house it’s winter all year round.

Flowers and nightingales are just fictions, It’s only the owl singing…

Someone has robbed spring and feast's joy from here

Someone has sprinkled mourning ashes on our calendar.

 

Amoo Norooz! Don’t come here! … Amoo Norooz! …