Baba Joonam by Ava Bibi

Get up, father
Come show your home to your children
It’s a pity, wouldn’t you say?

Sometimes I think
and I ask myself, why?
Why does everything fall on my shoulders
in my mind
on my body

Be healthy and happy, love
I find peace when your body and breath meet my heart

I think about your home
I have thought about our country
My body becomes blades
My eyes become full of
tears that taste like the sea from your childhood

• Acoustic
• Iran
• acoustic
• farsi
• folk
• foreign
• singer-songwriter
• California