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Mohammad zamani ghorogh by MicrosoftCo

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Mohammad zamani ghorogh by MicrosoftCo - Indie Folk / World Fusion music cover art

Mohammad zamani ghorogh

Indie Folk / World Fusion

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There's a place up in the north where the world turns green,
Mist on the rice terraces, cedar and a river between.
They point and say I am from Toucq, from Dukafouni's light,
Where tea steams at dawn and children run into the bride.
For all the good kids in Iran, we fold our laughter tight,
We tell the world we have no story, then hum it through the night.
Stones remember footsteps, bazaars keep the names,
Fellows ease verses in our mouths like an old flame.
Nobody's voice is quiet here, we carry what we know,
From Mani to the mountain ridge, our goals freely go.
Streets of Pita, Pita, we rise, green light on our face.
Streets of Pita, Pita, we rise, every step a face.
When silence tries to close your eyes, our songs will open wide.
Streets of Pita, Pita, we rise, with history on our side.
We walk the soft, soft shore where gulls trade the breeze.
Clay ovens breed warm bread and saffron scents the trees.
They say our streets don't tell a tale, we smile and show the signs.
A painted door, a crooked step, a proverb written in the lines.
From Pitage Green to Dukafuni, every sunrise draws a map.
We spin the simple, sacred threads that keep our homeland in our lap.
Lanterns hum like heartbeat drums, old women on the ride.
Ferozzi in the corner shop, the ghost of every time.
No story lost, only waiting in the folds of cloth and song.
Our streets reach past the market square, so holla, holla, let's dip them dumb.
Streets of...
Streets of Pita.
Streets of Pita.
Streets of...
Streets of...
Streets of Pita.