Текст песни Eva Rivas - Sayat Nova-Thamam Ashkhar

Tamam, the world has fallen into disrepair, don't let Habash, Nazani.
I didn't see you like a didar, you would be a bash, a Nazan.
Whether you like it or not, you build a pool.
And he who sees you says, "Woe, woe, woe!"

You are my honorable son-in-law.
Whoever finds it will not weigh it. Woe to the one who loses you.
It is a pity that the moon will soon fall on you.
It was April, and once again he brought a delicacy like a cake.

You are the leader of the jujubar, I am the one who has pulled the trigger.
Dastamazit tili mech me me shada marjan e kash.
Achkirt is a golden piala with a bad shape.
Tertiary: thin and thin, sharp galamtrash, nazani.

Erest, I say Persian, is like shams and ghamar.
A thin, slender-looking shawl resembles a gold belt.