I am the son of the father of Idris,
I am the heart of Hatab
I have no honor,
I have no one
I am the people's poet,
I am the poet of the land
My poet and teacher,
I am not a rabbi or a shah
I am
the people's poet,
I am the poet of the land
Idrisi,
that is enough
OK
Let's continue
Kake, Hemin,
you have to be happy.
Yes.
You have to remember that Ustad Peshawai
Kabutari is very grateful to you.
Thank you.
I am very happy.
Thank you.
Yalla.
Salam to Kake,
my brother Ali Zadeh,
and my brother Nikoor.
Thank you.
Be happy.
Yalla.
Kake,
Hemin,
I can't sing the song,
but I will sing it for you.
Mamosa, Mamosa, Mamosa, Mamosa.
Yalla.
Yalla.
Yalla.
