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Download a song by Mohsen Yeganeh called Ye Havat Be Eid
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Song and music: Mohsen Yeganeh, arrangement: Puzzle Band, mix mastering: Aydin Behari
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The lyrics of Mohsen Yeganeh's song Ye Havat Beh Eid
My lips were full of laughter for a lifetime, how long should I practice this pattern?
Or should I deliver in advance every year, how long should I suppress this thought
My heart hurts, listen, I have so much to say that I am empty
What words I poured into myself, see what I suffer from your absence
My heart hurts, listen, I have so much to say that I am empty
What words I poured into myself, see what I suffer from your absence
They say that my shadow is like a shadow, yes, my support was this shadow
But since I was a child, my neighbor's heavy looks were my pain
At the end of every winter, a week before Eid, something grabs in this chest
Maybe one of the pieces that became your share is still in the corner of my mind
In these years that passed without you, I always talk about you to myself
From the last touch of your arms, my body still smells like gunpowder
My body still smells like gunpowder
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Maybe we don't remember those times staying at home when there was nothing to do
Or your dance is like a field, it was not for souvenir photos
I will bring a handful of flowers to your soil so that you feel that the world is your fist
I'm back againACome on let me feel your existence still like a mountain behind me
Come to my sleep again, I will feel your presence behind me like a mountain
Like children, I fell down and got up on my tired legs
Who taught me masculinity when I was a man since I was a child?
I have been a man since I was a child
At the end of every winter, a week before Eid, something grabs in this chest
Maybe one of the pieces that became your share is still in the corner of my mind
In these years that passed without you
I always talk to myself about you
I last touched your arms
My body still smells like gunpowder, my body still smells like gunpowder
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