Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Parchame Sefid, artist - Mohsen Chavoshi. Album song Parchame Sefid, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 05.07.2011
Record label: Masoud Dehghan
Song language: Persian
Parchame Sefid(original) |
| زیر پرچم سه رنگ |
| واسه پرچم سفید |
| مادرم دعا می کرد |
| پدرم می جنگید |
| قلبمون اون روزا |
| اینهمه ترک نداشت |
| دلمون شور می زد |
| دستامون نمک نداشت |
| حالمون اون روزا |
| اگه رو به راه نبود |
| عوضش امیدمون |
| کسی جز خدا نبود |
| روزای در به دری |
| شبای بمبارون |
| دنبال نفت بدو |
| تو صف غذا بمون |
| دست خالی زیر |
| گوله بارون بودیم |
| خسته بودیم اما |
| مرد میدون بودیم |
| رفقای مدرسه م |
| هنوزم یادم میان |
| کاش می دونستم الان |
| همکلاسیام کجان |
| خنده های خواهرم |
| لاله بود و پژمرد |
| اشکای برادرم |
| سیل شد دنیا رو برد |
| سیل خون جاری بود |
| از عطش تا کارون |
| خیلیا خاک شدن |
| زیر سقف خونشون |
| حاج خانوم بهم میگه |
| به دلم افتاده |
| پسرمظلومم |
| پشت در وایستاده |
| هنوزم بعضی شبا |
| موج بمبه تو سرم |
| هنوزم خواب می بینم |
| خونه ریخته رو سرم |
| هشت سال زندگی |
| با همین دردا گذشت |
| هشت سال آزگار |
| سخت بود اما گذشت |
| واسه پرچم سه رنگ |
| زیر پرچم سفید |
| من هنوز معتقدم |
| باز باید جنگید |
| (translation) |
| Under the tricolor flag |
| For the white flag |
| My mother was praying |
| My father was fighting |
| Our hearts that day |
| There were not many cracks |
| Our hearts were pounding |
| Our hands had no salt |
| Hello that day |
| If it was not going |
| We hope for a change |
| There was no one but God |
| Rozai Dar to Dari |
| شبای بمبارون |
| Look for oil |
| Stay in line for food |
| Empty hand below |
| We were raining bullets |
| We were tired but |
| We were the men of the field |
| School friends m |
| I still remember |
| I wish I knew now |
| Where are my classmates? |
| My sister's laughter |
| He was a tulip and withered |
| My brother's tears |
| The flood swept the world |
| There was a flood of blood |
| From thirst to Karun |
| Too much dirt |
| Under the roof of their blood |
| Haj khanum tells me |
| I fell in love |
| My oppressed son |
| Standing behind the door |
| Still some nights |
| A wave of bombs in my head |
| I'm still dreaming |
| I have a broken house |
| Eight years of life |
| He passed away with the same pain |
| Eight years of Azgar |
| It was hard but it passed |
| For the tricolor flag |
| Under the white flag |
| I still believe |
| You have to fight again |