Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manizha
Manizha
Performer
Liz Horsman
Liz Horsman
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Liz Horsman
Liz Horsman
Composer
Manizha Sanghin
Manizha Sanghin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Liz Horsman
Liz Horsman
Producer

Lyrics

Oh bakhri dili mo nazdi guli lola nishaast
Oh bakhri dili mo nazdi guli lola nishaast
Oh doira ba dasti dukhtari hola nishaast
Oh bakhri dili mo bazmi guli lola nishaast
Baroye shodiyam
Raqs ofaridah
Navoye heejaku
Nay ofaridah
Baroye shodiyam
Raqs ofaridah
Navoye heejaku
Nay ofaridah
Dili man bo dili hamhoye dunyo
Dili be gham vale kam ofarida
Dili man bo dili hamhoye dunyo
Dili be gham vale kam ofarida
Baleyah
Baleyah
Baleyah
Baleyah
Dili man bo dili hamhoye dunyo
Dili be gham vale kam ofarida
Dili man bo dili hamhoye dunyo
Dili be gham vale kam ofarida
Faryodi andaley bon
Sitoraho dar osmon
Faryodi andaley bon
Sitoraho dar osmon
Baleyah
Baleyah
Hoy in doiraye mo
Chiho-chiho meguyad
Hoy az zanji rahosh
Choyniku choy meguyad
Hoy sanash chubuh toqu
Pustakash buzgola
Hoy har shomu sahar
Dilbar beyo meguyad
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Let the tulips bloom on this day
Let the tulips bloom on this day
And the doira will sound in the hands of the beauty
Let the tulips bloom on this day
And the doira will sound in the hands of the beauty
For joy we create a dance
We will call upon the sound of hijan and nayi
My heart together with the sorrows of the world
It's rarely carefree
For joy we create a dance
We will call upon the sound of hijan and nayi
My heart together with the sorrows of the world
It's rarely carefree
The storks came back home
Pomegranates and almonds are blossoming
The storks came back home
Pomegranates and almonds are blossoming
Baleyah
Baleyah
Baleyah
Baleyah
The storks came back home
Pomegranates and almonds are blossoming
The storks came back home
Pomegranates and almonds are blossoming
And the nightingales are spring ringing
They lit up the sky with stars
And the nightingales are spring ringing
They lit up the sky with stars
Baleyah
Baleyah
Hey, our doira
It sings something to us
And while we are dancing
The teapot will call us
Elastic rim of doira
Made of grapevine branches
The goat gave her fur nobly
And now doira
Calls joy with beauty
From night 'til morning
Written by: Liz Horsman, Manizha Sanghin
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