Paroles et traduction Moein - Ta Az Dar Umad

Ta Az Dar Umad

تا از در اومد بوی گل اومد
بوی بهار و سوز دل اومد
وقتی نگام کرد آشفته بودم
حرف دلم رو کاش گفته بودم
حرف دلم رو کاش گفته بودم
نشست موهاشو شونه کرد
این دلو خوب دیوونه کرد
دل که پی بهونه بود شکایت از زمونه کرد
نشست موهاشو شونه کرد
این دلو خوب دیوونه کرد
دل که پی بهونه بود شکایت از زمونه کرد
تا از در اومد بوی گل اومد
بوی بهار و سوز دل اومد
وقتی نگام کرد آشفته بودم
حرف دلم رو کاش گفته بودم
حرف دلم رو کاش گفته بودم
نشست موهاشو شونه کرد
این دلو خوب دیوونه کرد
دل که پی بهونه بود شکایت از زمونه کرد
نشست موهاشو شونه کرد
این دل رو خوب دیوونه کرد
دل که پی بهونه بود شکایت از زمونه کرد
دل دیگه سر به راه نشد یه روز ازش جدا نشد
دل دیگه سر به راه نشد یه روز ازش جدا نشد
می میره نباشه یارش خیلی خرابه کارش
می میره نباشه یارش خیلی خرابه کارش
دل دیگه سر به راه نشد یه روز ازش جدا نشد
دل دیگه سر به راه نشد یه روز ازش جدا نشد
می میره نباشه یارش خیلی خرابه کارش
می میره نباشه یارش خیلی خرابه کارش
تا از در اومد بوی گل اومد
بوی بهار و سوز دل اومد
وقتی نگام کرد آشفته بودم
حرف دلم رو کاش گفته بودم
حرف دلم رو کاش گفته بودم

Ta Az Dar Umad

When you came through the door, the scent of flowers entered
The fragrance of spring and the torment of my heart came
When you looked at me, I was flustered
I wish I had said what was on my mind
I wish I had said what was on my mind
Sat down, combed her hair,
That drove this heart crazy
The heart that sought excuses, complained about fate
Sat down, combed her hair,
That drove this heart crazy
The heart that sought excuses, complained about fate
When you came through the door, the scent of flowers entered
The fragrance of spring and the torment of my heart came
When you looked at me, I was flustered
I wish I had said what was on my mind
I wish I had said what was on my mind
Sat down, combed her hair,
That drove this heart crazy
The heart that sought excuses, complained about fate
Sat down, combed her hair,
That drove this heart crazy
The heart that sought excuses, complained about fate
The heart never became sensible, it was never separated from her
The heart never became sensible, it was never separated from her
I will die without my beloved, things are very bad
I will die without my beloved, things are very bad
The heart never became sensible, it was never separated from her
The heart never became sensible, it was never separated from her
I will die without my beloved, things are very bad
I will die without my beloved, things are very bad
When you came through the door, the scent of flowers entered
The fragrance of spring and the torment of my heart came
When you looked at me, I was flustered
I wish I had said what was on my mind
I wish I had said what was on my mind