Faramarz Aslani "Divar" lyrics

Divar

Ye divare, ye divare, ye divareYe divare ke poshtesh hichi nadareToke divaro pooshidan siah abroonNemiyad digeh khorshid az tooshoon biroon

Ye parandas, ye parandas, ye parandasYe parandas keh az parvaze khod khastasBon-e balesho bastan daste diroozaNemiyad dige hatta beyadesh farda

Ye rooz, ye khooneyi bood ke tabestoonashRoye poshte boomesh velo mishod khorshidDerakhte anjir piri ke too bagh boodHameye koodakihaye mano midid

Ye avaze, ye avaze, ye avazeYe avaze ke too seenam shode anbarYe ashkiye ke micheke rooye guitarBe inha aghebat kay girad inkar

Ye mordabe, ye mordabe, ye mordabeYe mordabe tooye tan az faramooshiYe cheraghi ke mire roo beh khamooshiNagardad showleh var bihoodeh mikooshi

Ye rooz, ye khooneyi bood ke tabestoonashRoye poshte boomesh velo mishod khorshidDerakhte anjir piri ke too bagh boodHameye koodakihaye mano midid

Ye divare, ye divare, ye divareYe divare ke poshtesh hichi nadareToke divaro pooshidan siah abroonNemiyad digeh khorshid az tooshoon biroon

Ye parandas, ye parandas, ye parandasYe parandas keh az parvaze khod khastasBon-e balesho bastan daste diroozaNemiyad dige hatta beyadesh farda

The Wall ! !دیوار

It's a wall, it's a wall, it's a wall,It's a wall that it does not have anything behind it,

They have covered the top of the wall as black eyebrows,

The sun does not rise through it any more,

It's a bird, it's a bird, it's a bird,It's a bird that is frustrated of its own flying,Yesterday's hand has fastened the root of its wing,Even tomorrow does not occur to its memory,

One day during summer time, there was a house which the sun used to spread above its roof,

An old fig tree which used to be in the garden was watching all my childhood,

It's a song, it's a song, it's a song,It's a song that has been backlogged in my heart,

It's a drop of tear that drips on the guitar,Ultimately when all those will be handled by this one,

It's a swamp, it's a swamp, it's a swamp,It's a swamp in the body from the oblivion,It's a light that is dying out,The flame will not come on again, you are trying in vain,

One day during summer time, there was a house which the sun used to spread above its roof,

An old fig tree which used to be in the garden was watching all my childhood,

It's a wall, it's a wall, it's a wall,It's a wall that it does not have anything behind it,

They have covered the top of the wall as black eyebrows,The sun does not rise through it any more,

It's a bird, it's a bird, it's a bird,It's a bird that is frustrated of its own flying,Yesterday's hand has fastened the root of its wing,Even tomorrow does not occur to its memory.