Khodavanda
Dearest God
Dearest god, have you seen the state of us?
See how empty as a desert are some tables
We are so desperate for a piece of bread
That we have long forgotten you
I am ashamed to say
That I have no choice but to admit
Desperation has compelled our souls
To put our pride on sale
Dearest god turn our empty
Tables into a fruitful garden
Help us feel the sweet taste of contentment
Once again in our homes
For us happiness is just a dream
Even a moment of peace is a distant memory
In this merciless prison of desperation
Our entire existence is in question
Without a dream to look forward to
Without a simple heartfelt desire
The tale of our life is like a
Flickering candle in the hands of wind
Dearest god turn our empty tables
Into a fruitful garden
Help us feel the sweet taste of contentment
Once again in our homes
For us happiness is just a dream
Even a moment of peace is a distant memory
In this merciless prison of desperation
Our entire existence is in question
Oh how much I resent telling this bitter tale
But I have to sing this pain away
The desperation for a piece of bread
Has crushed my people
I would be a cursed if I hold my peace
Dearest god, have you seen the state of us?
See how empty as a desert are some tables
We are so desperate for a piece of bread
That we have long forgotten you
I am ashamed to say
That I have no choice but to admit
Desperation has compelled our souls
To put our pride on sale
Dearest god turn our empty
Tables into a fruitful garden
Help us feel the sweet taste of contentment
Once again in our homes
For us happiness is just a dream
Even a moment of peace is a distant memory
In this merciless prison of desperation
Our entire existence is in question
Without a dream to look forward to
Without a simple heartfelt desire
The tale of our life is like a
Flickering candle in the hands of wind
Dearest god turn our empty tables
Into a fruitful garden
Help us feel the sweet taste of contentment
Once again in our homes
For us happiness is just a dream
Even a moment of peace is a distant memory
In this merciless prison of desperation
Our entire existence is in question
Oh how much I resent telling this bitter tale
But I have to sing this pain away
The desperation for a piece of bread
Has crushed my people
I would be a cursed if I hold my peace
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Writer(s): Golazin Memar Ardestani, Schubert Avakian
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