Subscribe to the Lyra YouTube Channel: https://LyraEntertainment.lnk.to/Subs... Buy/Download/Stream 'Noon O Panir O Sabzi': https://LyraEntertainment.lnk.to/TheE... Executive Producer: Amir Kabehie Written by Shahyar Ghanbari Composed by Farid Zoland Arrangement by Manouchehr Cheshmazar Follow Lyra: Instagram : https://LyraEntertainment.lnk.to/Inst... Twitter: https://LyraEntertainment.lnk.to/Twitter Facebook: https://LyraEntertainment.lnk.to/Face... Website: http://www.lyraentertainment.com Lyrics: Bread and cheese and sobs Cold table Lover of bread and cheese and hazelnuts Mourning robe in the box Stale bread and burnt halva Sea silk Bread and cheese and walnuts The story of the magic city Bread and cheese and almonds An endless story Bread and cheese and vegetables You are worth more than this At the foot of all the garlands Again the execution The sound Again the death of the red flower Again and again The green fire of the forest By the hand of a match, madness has invaded our blue tiles, a fountain of blood, bread, cheese, and almonds, an unfinished story of bread, cheese, and vegetables, you are worth more than this, a story of an evil witch who came from books, sitting on a pulpit, beheading lovers' blood, by the city, a mirror of a green forest, glass, for your rose hair, that day was like always, she was pouring mint in her lap until her mother made a tent, she went to fill the whole city with the smell of grass, unaware that the witch had stolen her way, she had drawn a black line on the face of the sun lady. Oh, oh, come, someone come and write a new poem for your rose hair, about the death of a witch, about the death of a bad witch who came from books. Oh, oh, come, someone come and write a new poem for your rose hair, about the death of a witch. Your rose hair's eyes saw nothing but night. There was no air, no breath, the story did not end. Grandma's stories, my own mirror. The witch's spell must be broken with your hands, with the hands of your friendship, darkness has no fear, the light that is the last profession, to our fate. Pamizadeh, it's a shame that the city of mirrors is black, it's a curse, your story, my story, is unfinished like this. Oh, oh, someone come and write a new poem for your rose hair, tell it about the death of the witch, tell it about the death of the evil witch that came from the books. Oh, oh, someone come and write a new poem for your rose hair, tell it about the death of the witch, so that your rose hair poem will be a city full of hope. Your mirrors to you, each one will be a sun. Oh, oh, someone come and write a new poem for your rose hair, tell it about the death of the witch. Lyra on YouTube / lyraentertainment Music video by Ebi, Dariush performing Noon O Panir O Sabzi. © 1990 Pars Video #داریوش #ابی #Dariush #Ebi #LyraMusic#نون #سبزی