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Photographer: Hassan ** (Karma=61)
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About: The smell of wheat is mine
Everything I have is yours
This little piece of land is mine
Everything I do is yours
I am of the plagued eastern tribe
You are of the glass clear city in the west
My skin is like the darkness, Your skin is like red velvet
My (bodily) cover is full of blisters, your skin is of tiger skin
The smell of wheat is mine
Everything I have is yours
This little piece of land is mine
Everything I do is yours
You are thinking of the jungle where the iron scratches the Sky (city)
I am thinking of a small room in which i sleep for you
My body is the dirt , while you are the stem of Wheat
Our bodies are the thirstiest thirsters for a drop of water
The smell of wheat is mine
Everything I have is yours
This little piece of land is mine
Everything I do is yours
City, Your City
with the people with fine clothes
City, my city of prayers
every minaret is of Gold
Your body is like an axe
My body is of strong roots
But a picture of a beating heart
remains on the trees
The smell of wheat is mine
Everything I have is yours
This little piece of land is mine
Everything I do is yours
i should not be subservient to the dirt of my body
But you are the traveller and i am the blood of the veins of this place
My body does not like being at your hand
Now everyone that is and everyone who isn't I tell:
The smell of wheat is mine
Everything I have is mine
This little piece of land is mine
LYRICS:Shahreyar Ghanbari
Song:Dariush
Tehran 1977-(((Kharezmi high school)))
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