Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sabad, artist - Ebi. Album song Shabzade, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 04.03.1988
Record label: Taraneh Enterprises
Song language: Persian
Sabad(original) |
| تن تو کو؟ |
| تن صمیمی تو کو؟ |
| تنی که جون پناه من نبود |
| عطوفت تن تکیده ی تو کو؟ |
| تنی که تکیه گاه من نبود |
| سبد سبد گلای تازه ی تنت برای باغ دست من نبود |
| افسانه ی ظهور دست های تو جز قصه ی شکست من نبود |
| صندوقچه ی عزیز خاطراتم و ببین ببین که موریانه خورد |
| ببین که بی کبوتر صدای تو گلای رازقیم و باد برد |
| تن تو کو؟ |
| تن صمیمی تو کو؟ |
| تنی که جون پناه من نبود |
| عطوفت تن تکیده ی تو کو؟ |
| تنی که تکیه گاه من نبود |
| درخت تن سپرده دست بادم و پر از جوانه ی شکستنم |
| ببین چه سوگوار و سرد و بی رمق در آستانه ی شکستنم |
| رفتن تو افول خاکستری ستاره ی دل بستن من بود |
| شعر نجیب اسم تو غزل نبود، حماسه ی شکستن من بود |
| مفسر محبت ای رسول عشق، بگو، بگو که معبدت کجاست؟ |
| مهاجر همیشه با سفر رفیق، بگو، بگو که مقصدت کجاست؟ |
| آه ای مسافر تمام جاده ها، چرا شبانه کوچ می کنی؟ |
| دلم گرفت از این سفر، دلم گرفت |
| چه غمگنانه کوچ می کنی |
| تن تو کو؟ |
| تن صمیمی تو کو؟ |
| تنی که جون پناه من نبود |
| عطوفت تن تکیده ی تو کو؟ |
| تنی که تکیه گاه من نبود |
| تن تو کو؟ |
| تن صمیمی تو کو؟ |
| تنی که جون پناه من نبود |
| (translation) |
| Who are you? |
| Who is your intimate body? |
| The body that Jon was not my refuge |
| Where is the compassion of your stressed body? |
| A body that was not my support |
| The basket was not my new throat basket for the garden |
| The legend of the appearance of your hands was nothing but the story of my defeat |
| My dear box of memories and see if he ate a termite |
| See that without a dove, your voice is a strong throat and the wind blows |
| Who are you? |
| Who is your intimate body? |
| The body that Jon was not my refuge |
| Where is the compassion of your stressed body? |
| A body that was not my support |
| I planted an almond tree and it was full of broken buds |
| See how mournful and cold and lifeless I am on the verge of breaking |
| Going into the gray decline was the star of my heart |
| Noble poetry was not your name, it was the epic of my breaking |
| Interpreter of love, Messenger of Love, tell me, tell me where is your temple? |
| The immigrant always travels with a friend, tell me, tell me where your destination is? |
| O traveler of all roads, why do you migrate at night? |
| I missed this trip, I missed it |
| How sad you are moving |
| Who are you? |
| Who is your intimate body? |
| The body that Jon was not my refuge |
| Where is the compassion of your stressed body? |
| A body that was not my support |
| Who are you? |
| Who is your intimate body? |
| The body that Jon was not my refuge |