Rosa lives with you
I see it full of beauty
Remember you all at night
I have a colorful dream
Your eyes are the color of honey
Look into your eyes
Like Shah Beit Ghazal
Your lips are in the half-open bud of the garden
Your body, a hot burning fire
Your height is like a tall poplar
Your heart is softer than the morning bird
Softer than the morning bird
Softer than the morning bird
The redness of your lips
You have no crayons
See for yourself in the mirrors
A color that is not so beautiful
The flower branch of our yard
It tastes like water and its color
But when you are home
Hey, it fades in front of you
Rosa lives with you
I see it full of beauty
Remember you all at night
I have a colorful dream
Your eyes are the color of honey
Look into your eyes
Like Shah Beit Ghazal
Your lips are in the half-open bud of the garden
Your body, a hot burning fire
Your height is like a tall poplar
Your heart is softer than the morning bird
Softer than the morning bird
Softer than the morning bird
The redness of your lips
You have no crayons
See for yourself in the mirrors
A color that is not so beautiful
The flower branch of our yard
It tastes like water and its color
But when you are home
Hey, it fades in front of you
I see it full of beauty
Remember you all at night
I have a colorful dream
Your eyes are the color of honey
Look into your eyes
Like Shah Beit Ghazal
Your lips are in the half-open bud of the garden
Your body, a hot burning fire
Your height is like a tall poplar
Your heart is softer than the morning bird
Softer than the morning bird
Softer than the morning bird
The redness of your lips
You have no crayons
See for yourself in the mirrors
A color that is not so beautiful
The flower branch of our yard
It tastes like water and its color
But when you are home
Hey, it fades in front of you
Rosa lives with you
I see it full of beauty
Remember you all at night
I have a colorful dream
Your eyes are the color of honey
Look into your eyes
Like Shah Beit Ghazal
Your lips are in the half-open bud of the garden
Your body, a hot burning fire
Your height is like a tall poplar
Your heart is softer than the morning bird
Softer than the morning bird
Softer than the morning bird
The redness of your lips
You have no crayons
See for yourself in the mirrors
A color that is not so beautiful
The flower branch of our yard
It tastes like water and its color
But when you are home
Hey, it fades in front of you
( Ebi )
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