Fresh Flowers 102 – Dashti Vocal
Shajarian’s Flowers (66)
Some of the Fresh Flowers performances have a longer version that is only available in the Radio and Television Archive, and some of these programs have been broadcast on the radio after the revolution. This issue also has a more complete version that we had previously posted another version of this performance.
Singer: Mohammadreza Shajarian
Santur: Faramarz Payvar
Kamancheh: Rahmatollah Badiei
Tar: Houshang Zarif
Oud: Hassan Manouchehri
Tombak: Mohammad Esmaeili
Speaker: Azar Pajouhesh
Ghazal Vocal: Saadi
Lyrics of the song: Shoreedeh Shirazi
We decided to provide all of Mohammadreza Shajarian’s radio programs under the title “Shajarian’s Flowers” with a specific schedule in cooperation with the esteemed Khane Shajarian website to you, dear companions.
We have created a separate project on the site called Radio Performances for you great people. The difference between that project and the Shajarian’s Flowers collection is in the refinement of the works that we present in the Shajarian’s Flowers project. Of course, we have tried to provide the best available quality of the works in the Radio Performances as well.
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Online broadcast of Fresh Flowers 102 :
You don’t mind not seeing us
That in your contingent, there are no less than us
I lay my face in the world from your hand
But there is no one like you in the world
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I want to comb your tresses every moment
I fear that it will greatly disturb the state of everyone, your narcissus eye, drunkenly drunkenly
I want to draw eyeliner on your eyebrow, your face, every moment
I fear that it will drive many crazy, like me, your narcissus eye, madly madly
Come to my house one night, solve two hundred of our problems
O our beautiful beloved, your pain has become our soul, our spirit
I want to draw kohl on your eye, your eye, every moment
I fear that it will greatly disturb the state of everyone, your narcissus eye, drunkenly drunkenly
I want to kiss your face, your face, every moment
I fear that it will make many moan, like me, your narcissus eye, lovingly lovingly
