Khooneye Ma – Marjan Farsad
Our house is far far away
Behind patient mountains
Behind golden fields
Behind empty deserts
Our house is on the other side of water
On the other side of restless waves
Behind cypress forests
It’s in a dream, a fantasy
Behind the blue ocean
Behind pear gardens
On the other side of grape gardens
Behind beehives
Our house is behind clouds
On the other side of our glumness
At the end of wet roads
Behind the rain, behind the sea
Our house has stories
It has sour cherries and pistachios
Behind its warm laughs
It has tired people
Our house has happiness
It has fishes in its pools
It has play-balls in its alleys
It has cute cats
Our house, warm and cordial
Old pictures on its walls
The picture of playing in the balcony
On the seaside at summer
Picture of that day under the rain
With a sob and with a pack
Our House
Our house is far far away
Behind patient mountains
Behind golden fields
Behind empty deserts
Our house is on the other side of water
On the other side of restless waves
Behind cypress forests
It’s in a dream, a fantasy