Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nafas, artist - Googoosh. Album song Nimeh Gomshodeh Man, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 26.10.1989
Record label: Taraneh Enterprises
Song language: Persian
Nafas(original) |
| اگه حتی بین ما،فاصله یک نفسه ،نفس منو بگیر |
| برای یکی شدن،اگه مرگ من بسه ،نفس منو بگیر |
| ای تو هم سقف عزیز،ای تو هم گریه من ،گریه هم فاصله بود |
| گریه آخر ما ،آخربازی عشق،ختم این قائله بود |
| حدس گر گرفتنت،در تنور هر نفس ، غم نه، اما کم که نیست |
| هم شب تازه تو،ترکش پر تیر عشق،سنگ سنگر هم که نیست |
| خوب دیروز و هنوز ،طرحی از من بر صلیب،روی تن پوشت بدوز |
| وقت عریانی عشق،با همین طرح حقیر،در حریق تن بسوز |
| پلک تو فاصله،دست و کاغذ و غزل،من و عاشقانه بود |
| رستن از پیله خواب ، ای کلید قفل شعر،خواب شاعرانه بود |
| اگه حتی بین ما ،فاصله یک نفسه،نفس منو بگیر |
| برای یکی شدن ، اگه مرگ من بسه ،نفس منو بگیر |
| از ته چاه سکوت ،تا بلندای صدا،یار ما بودی عزیز |
| در تمام طول راه ، با من عاشق ترین ، هم صدا بودی عزیز |
| حدس رو گردان شدن ، از منو از راه ما،باور بی یاوری |
| روز انکار نفس،روز میلاد تو بود،مرگ این خوش باوری |
| تو بگو غیبت دست ،غیبت هر چه نفس ،بین ما فاصله نیست |
| غیبت آخر تو،کوچ مرغان صدا ، ختم این قائله نیست |
| (translation) |
| Even if there is a distance between us, take my breath away |
| To become one, if my death is enough, take my breath away |
| O you dear roof, oh you my cry, cry was the distance |
| Our last cry, the last play of love, was the end of this belief |
| You guessed it, in the oven of every breath, not sadness, but not a little |
| Your new night, the archetypal remnants of love, is not a stronghold |
| Well yesterday and still, embroider my design on the cross, on the skin |
| The naked time of love, with the same humble plan, burn in the fire of the body |
| Your eyelids were in the distance, hands and paper and lyric, me and romance |
| Rising from the cocoon of sleep, the key to the lock of poetry, was a poetic dream |
| Even if there is a distance between us, take my breath away |
| To become one, if my death is enough, take my breath away |
| From the bottom of the well of silence, to the loudness of the voice, you were our dear friend |
| All the way, you were in love with me the most, dear |
| Guess turning away, from me through us, helpless belief |
| The day of self-denial was the day of your birth, the death of this optimism |
| You say the absence of the hand, the absence of every breath, is not a distance between us |
| Your last absence, the migration of sound birds, is not the end of this belief |