Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ey Del, artist - Babak Jahanbakhsh. Date of issue: 17.07.2012
Song language: Persian
Ey Del(original) |
| دلم سوخت واسه احساسی که پای تو هدر کردم |
| دلم سوخت که تو بودی و اما با تنهایی سر کردم |
| دلم سوخت واسه قلبی که عاشقونه دست تو دادم |
| واسه عمری که سوزوندی ولی نرفتی از یادم |
| دلم سوخت, دلم سوخت |
| ای دل دیگه تنها باش و بسوز دیگه چشمو به در ندوز اخه اون دیگه پیشت نمیاد |
| رفتش دیگه فکر چشاش نباش دنبال خنده هاش نباش اون دلش دیگه تو رو نمیخواد |
| توی خواب و خیالم هنو دستاتو میگیرم |
| میدونم که نمیای ولی من برات میمیرم |
| همه احساس و قلبم تو دستای تو گیره |
| میخوام رها شم از تو عشقت از دلم نمیره عشقت از دلم نمیره |
| دلم سوخت واسه قلبی که عاشقونه دست تو دادم |
| واسه عمری که سوزوندی ولی نرفتی از یادم |
| دلم سوخت, دلم سوخت |
| ای دل دیگه تنها باش و بسوز دیگه چشمو به در ندوز اخه اون دیگه پیشت نمیاد |
| رفتش دیگه فکر چشاش نباش دنبال خنده هاش نباش اون دلش دیگه تو رو نمیخواد |
| ای دل دیدی تنهات گذاشت و رفت توی غمهات گذاشت و رفت اره دوست نداشت و رفت |
| رفتش اما عکساش کنارمه فقط تنهایی یارمه ببین توی صدام غمه |
| (translation) |
| I was heartbroken for the feeling I wasted on your feet |
| I was heartbroken that you were, but I ended up alone |
| My heart burned for the heart that I gave to your lovers |
| For the life you burned but did not forget |
| My heart burned, my heart burned |
| O heart, be alone and burn again, your eyes will not be on the door anymore |
| Go away, don't think about his taste anymore, don't follow his laughter, his heart no longer wants you |
| In my sleep and imagination, I still hold your hand |
| I know you will not come, but I will die for you |
| All my feelings and heart are in your hands |
| I want to get rid of you, I do not love you, I do not love you |
| My heart burned for the heart that I gave to your lovers |
| For the life you burned but did not forget |
| My heart burned, my heart burned |
| O heart, be alone and burn again, your eyes will not be on the door anymore |
| Go away, don't think about his taste anymore, don't follow his laughter, his heart no longer wants you |
| O Didi, he left you alone and left you in sorrow, and he did not like the saw and left |
| He left, but the photographer next to me just helped me see Saddam in sorrow |