Bombs away baby
Happy Nowruz!

March 20, 2006
iranian.com

It is bursting spring today
Time to cast this sadness away

Baptize myself in the song of birds
With these simple approving words.

Not to wash away delicious sins
But make room for what this freshness brings.

Let us pretend
That this spring
Is heaven sent.

Let us forget our sorrows
Leave the doubts, the fears
For tomorrows.

Let the big boys think of war
We folks will live
To go to yet another bar.

Stop talk of bombs and death.
Reasoning the unreasonable
With every breath.

Talk to me of love and pleasure
Let that be our guiding measure.