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Memory

There has been so much distance between us
Neither a letter, nor a message, nor a hope for reunion
 
There has been thousands of deserts between us
Thousands of heavy-hearted mountains, thousands of seas
 
I admire the swallow taking flight,
Starting a journey, all alone, one night
 
In my eyes, you are like the sun
You all the lights there are, you are all the hopes there are
 
In my eyes, you are like the sun
You all the lights there are, you are all the hopes there are
 
Wherever you go, do not forget me,
For remembering you always enlivens me
 
Wherever you go, do not forget me,
For remembering you always enlivens me
 
In my eyes, you are like the sun
You all the lights there are, you are all the hopes there are
 
In my eyes, you are like the sun
You all the lights there are, you are all the hopes there are
 
Wherever you go, do not forget me,
For remembering you always enlivens me
 
Wherever you go, do not forget me,
For remembering you always enlivens me
 

Under the Rain

Rainfall on the nest
Has destroyed house and home just like my heart
This nest has now turned to rubble
From the memory of your love there remains only a fairy tale
The winds and the rains uproot from life
My nest so audaciously
Beautiful little bird don't return here
The storm will carry our nest away
 
A flood of rain pours on the rock
My riuned nest is in the hands of the storm
My body tired, my way blocked
My wings broken, heart sick from the sorrows
Oh nestmate, know the way I feel
Do not come to me, keep travelling
The storms are after my life
My nest is in the hands of misery.
 

Maybe

Maybe we were born in the same place, you and I
Maybe what you see from your bed is similar
Maybe it snowed over the pyramids
And perhaps a train to the sea was waiting for us here
Maybe
 
Maybe we both saw the sky and it took our breath away
Opened books in the same bookshop
or in that supermarket on Saturday
Maybe it’s true that to find oneself is already a miracle
 
Like songs without words
A ball that does not roll
We are all like aliens on the pavement
Looking for home and our other half
I’m almost sure I know you, you have a broken button
and blue shoelaces
We will fall in love at airport my love,
my love
 
What then, maybe in the crowd you said hi
Like that, I would have taken tourist photos in Camden Town
Maybe you smiled at me, waiting at a traffic light
Maybe we’ve been meeting for centuries already
 
Like songs without words
A ball that does not roll
We are all like aliens on the pavement
Looking for home and our other half
I’m almost sure I know you, you have a broken button
and blue shoelaces
We will fall in love at airport my love,
my love
 
But maybe nothing is true
I just like imagining you here
Telling my stupendous lies,
Feelings so beautiful and stupid, stupid
 
Like songs without words
The swing that does not swing
We are all a bit strange on the pavement
Looking for home and our other half
I’m almost sure I know you, you have a broken button
and blue shoelaces
We will meet again somewhere my love,
my love
 

Death of The Beloved *

In this gloomy spring,
By the wind and rain in the desert,
Flowers are falling down the branches,
On the tomb of a beautiful girl,
 
She's sleeping silent and sorrowful,
Under the cold and heavy dust,
O heaven, curse on you,
What did you do with that colorful flower,
 
Now that ..........
The flowers have blossomed,
You are the one resting in the dust,
Alas..........
You are cold and gloomy,
You are bride of the dust bridal chamber,
You are bride of ...........
The dust bridal chamber,
 
In the gloomy light of the candle,
Your bed remains vacant,
In the night, every night, in your remembrance,
Your mother weeps for you,
 
You are sleeping there quietly,
My heart is restless for you,
Open your tomb stone,
So that I can rest beside you,
 
Now that ............
The flowers have blossomed,
You are the one resting in the dust,
Alas..........
You are cold and gloomy,
You are bride of the dust bridal chamber,
You are bride of .............
The dust bridal chamber,
You are sleeping .............
 

The Fishing Net

Just like a fishing net,
My heart strands are torn,
I want to grab your lap,
By these two callus hands,
 
My heart is afloat by blood,
In my chest,
Like the old boats,
My head is broken,
 
My heart complains about me,
I complain about my heart,
I cannot explain grief of my heart,
For my sweetheart,
 
O you the starless sky,
Sympathize with my heart,
Do not destroy once again,
The dwelling place of our love.
 

Lullaby

Versions: #2
Shower down sprinkle rain
Shower down sprinkle rain
Wet the dry land
Start the song of life
I am depressed,I am depressed
Start the song of life
I am depressed,I am depressed
 
Sleep,Sleep my darling girl
on my open chest
that as my music instrument chest
always is rock*
 
Sleep my little bird
The world is fiction
Sleep my little bird
The world is fiction
 
every dawn tulip of this sad guitar
is the tears of thousands of homeless birds
every dawn tulip of this sad guitar
is the tears of thousands of homeless birds
 
Shower down sprinkle rain
Shower down sprinkle rain
Wet the dry land
Start the song of life
I am depressed,I am depressed
Start the song of life
I am depressed,I am depressed
 

New Spring Season

/'Singers in Chorus'/:
Arrived from the journey, the beautiful spring season,
A new spring smiled at the grassland,
Nowruz (name of Persian new year) messenger descended from the sky,
Arrived from the journey, the singing swallow,
The eye of the violet opened to the spring,
In yellow and azure colors along the fountain,
If the fortune is asleep, haste to wake it up,
Revisit it amorously,
 
/'Singer Mortiza'/:
Nowruz has arrived the Persian land
Our soil made the high above paradise to envy,
The scent of the the orange, bergamot and the willow,
Can be smelt from the tomb of Hafiz (a reputed Persian poet)
 
/'Singer Leila Forouhar'/:
The eye of the spring season opened to the Caspian sea,
The oysters became the house of the pearl and jem,
The Arzhang plain (a plain near Shiraz city) woke up once again,
Its skirt was filled with the pomegranate flowers,
 
/'Singer Andi'/:
The dandelion came to say that a guest has arrived,
That the scent of the Persian daffodils has come,
My soil, O mecca of the lovers,
Your new spring seasons be always everlasting
 
/'Singer Fattaneh'/:
Your rivers are roaring and restless,
Your mountains proud and steadfast,
All pieces of our body is from your soil,
All warps and woofs of our life is from your pure soil,
 
/'Singer Sattar'/:
Nowruz has arrived the Persian land
Our soil made the high above paradise to envy,
The scent of the the orange, bergamot and the willow,
Can be smelt from the tomb of Hafiz,
 
/'Singer Arif'/:
The pure blood of love is in our soul,
The root of this love is in our Persia,
O fellow countryman, happy Nowruz,
O fellow countryman, your everyday be a Nowruz,
 
/'Singers in Chorus'/:
O fellow countryman, a new spring season has arrived once again,
All the Persia soil is filled with the tulips,
The world has become young by the Nowruz wind,
It has opened an umbrella of Judas tree flowers,
 
/'Singer Leila Forouhar'/:
The heaven plucked the under eyebrows of the love,
The world is filled with the scent of the love,
If the fortune is asleep, haste to wake it up,
Revisit it amorously,
 
/'Singer Kouros'/:
The new spring season smiled at the mountains,
The fountain edge was filled with the pennyroyals,
A dew dropped on the flower leaf,
The wind of the spring season combed the hair of the willow,
 
/'Singer Dilaram'/:
The skirt of Persia was filled with flowers,
O dear ones, it's the time to make visits,
Hereafter, our days be better days,
Our Nowruz be immortal forever.