Bahar

Are you my news, my hope, my love?
Who said the season's over, snow's on the horizon?
How many springs has it been? Don’t ask, my dear.
In my weary heart, there's a rush for your love.
How many springs has it been? Don’t ask, my dear.
In my mature heart, there's a rush for your love.
Do I become like this when spring arrives?
Or does spring come when I’m like this?
What does this have to do with you?
Of course, it’s because I’m like this that spring comes.
Since your touch has been on my hands,
There are buds on all the branches through winter.
Are you my promise, my grace, my love?
No matter what they say, take me, hold me tight.
Forget the springs that have passed, my dear.
In my heart's land, your love is the only one.
Forget the springs that have passed, my dear.
In my weary heart, your love is the only one.
Do I become like this when spring arrives?
Or does spring come when I’m like this?
What does this have to do with you?
Of course, it’s because I’m like this that spring comes.
Since your touch has been on my hands,
There are buds on all the branches through winter.
Do I become like this when spring arrives?
Or does spring come when I’m like this?
What does this have to do with you?
Of course, it’s because I’m like this that spring comes.
Since your touch has been on my hands,
There are buds on all the branches through winter.
Since your touch has been on my hands,
There are buds on all the branches through winter.
There are buds on all the branches through winter.
There are buds on all the branches through winter.