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