Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dele Khosh Bavar , by - Shohreh. Release date: 07.05.1995
Song language: Persian
Dele Khosh Bavar(original) |
| هنوزم جای انگشتات روی برگای گلدونه |
| گلدونی که تو این خونه همیشه تازه می مونه |
| هنوزم عکس بیدارت تو قاب سرد چشمامه |
| تو که نیستی صدای تو مث یک سایه همرامه |
| هنوزم بوف تنهایی نه میگریه، نه میخونه |
| دل خوش باورم انگار تو رو برگشته میدونه |
| برای دفتر شعرم کلام تازه بودی تو |
| برای اوج آوازم یه هم آوازه بودی تو |
| ولی افسوس که این احساس فقط در سینه ی من بود |
| نفهمیدم که دست دوست سلاح تیز دشمن بود |
| هنوزم بوف تنهایی نه میگریه، نه میخونه |
| دل خوش باورم انگار تو رو برگشته میدونه |
| هنوزم جای انگشتات روی برگای گلدونه |
| گلدونی که تو این خونه همیشه تازه می مونه |
| هنوزم عکس بیدارت تو قاب سرد چشمامه |
| تو که نیستی صدای تو مث یک سایه همرامه |
| هنوزم بوف تنهایی نه میگریه، نه میخونه |
| دل خوش باورم انگار تو رو برگشته میدونه |
| برای دفتر شعرم کلام تازه بودی تو |
| برای اوج آوازم یه هم آوازه بودی تو |
| ولی افسوس که این احساس فقط در سینه ی من بود |
| نفهمیدم که دست دوست سلاح تیز دشمن بود |
| هنوزم بوف تنهایی نه میگریه، نه میخونه |
| دل خوش باورم انگار تو رو برگشته میدونه |
| هنوزم جای انگشتات روی برگای گلدونه |
| گلدونی که تو این خونه همیشه تازه می مونه |
| هنوزم عکس بیدارت تو قاب سرد چشمامه |
| تو که نیستی صدای تو مث یک سایه همرامه |
| هنوزم بوف تنهایی نه میگریه، نه میخونه |
| دل خوش باورم انگار تو رو برگشته میدونه |
| (translation) |
| There are still fingerprints on the flower leaves |
| The vase that is always fresh in this house |
| I still see your waking picture in the cold frame of my eyes |
| You are not, your voice is like a shadow with me |
| Still, the lonely owl neither cries nor sings |
| I believe that he knows you as if he is back |
| You were a new word for my poetry book |
| For the peak of my singing, you were my singing partner |
| But alas, this feeling was only in my chest |
| I did not understand that the friend's hand was the sharp weapon of the enemy |
| Still, the lonely owl neither cries nor sings |
| I believe that he knows you as if he is back |
| There are still fingerprints on the flower leaves |
| The vase that is always fresh in this house |
| I still see your waking picture in the cold frame of my eyes |
| You are not, your voice is like a shadow with me |
| Still, the lonely owl neither cries nor sings |
| I believe that he knows you as if he is back |
| You were a new word for my poetry book |
| For the peak of my singing, you were my singing partner |
| But alas, this feeling was only in my chest |
| I did not understand that the friend's hand was the sharp weapon of the enemy |
| Still, the lonely owl neither cries nor sings |
| I believe that he knows you as if he is back |
| There are still fingerprints on the flower leaves |
| The vase that is always fresh in this house |
| I still see your waking picture in the cold frame of my eyes |
| You are not, your voice is like a shadow with me |
| Still, the lonely owl neither cries nor sings |
| I believe that he knows you as if he is back |