Shohreh — Dele Khosh Bavar song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Dele Khosh Bavar" by Shohreh.
Lyrics
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
Lyrics translation
You still place your fingers on the vase leaves.
The vase in this house is always fresh.
I still have your wake-up picture in my cold-eyed frame.
You're not. you sound like a shadow.
She still Owls alone. she doesn't cry, she doesn't sing.
My good heart seems to know you're back.
You were fresh to my poem book.
You were a singer for the peak of my song.
But alas, that feeling was just in my chest.
I did not realize that the friend's hand was the enemy's sharp weapon
She still Owls alone. she doesn't cry, she doesn't sing.
My good heart seems to know you're back.
You still place your fingers on the vase leaves.
The vase in this house is always fresh.
I still have your wake-up picture in my cold-eyed frame.
You're not. you sound like a shadow.
She still Owls alone. she doesn't cry, she doesn't sing.
My good heart seems to know you're back.
You were fresh to my poem book.
You were a singer for the peak of my song.
But alas, that feeling was just in my chest.
I did not realize that the friend's hand was the enemy's sharp weapon
She still Owls alone. she doesn't cry, she doesn't sing.
My good heart seems to know you're back.
You still place your fingers on the vase leaves.
The vase in this house is always fresh.
I still have your wake-up picture in my cold-eyed frame.
You're not. you sound like a shadow.
She still Owls alone. she doesn't cry, she doesn't sing.
My good heart seems to know you're back.