Paroles et traduction Morteza Pashaei - Mibakhsham

Mibakhsham

به دادش رسیدم دلم رو رها کرم
صداش کردم اون رقیبو صدا کرد
به پاش می نشستم خودش دید که خستم
ولی بی وفا باز رها کرد دو دستم
واسه شب نشینی رفیق قدیمی
شدم رنگ اون شب که چشماش سیام کرد
حالا روزگارم عوض شد دوباره
حالا اون خودش فکر برگشتو داره
حالا من نشستم به سکان نورم
ولی اون به جز من کسی رو نداره
می بخشم دوباره گناهی که کرده
می بخشم می دونم که دستاش چه سرده
می شم ساتر شب رفیق قدیمی
بازم مثل وقتی که بودیم صمیمی
بدون زندگی بازیگردون ترین
ببین خوردی دیدی که دنیا همینه
به دادش رسیدم دلم رو رها کرم
صداش کردم اون رقیبو صدا کرد
به پاش می نشستم خودش دید که خستم
ولی بی وفا باز رها کرد دو دستم
واسه شب نشینی رفیق قدیمی
شدم رنگ اون شب که چشماش سیام کرد
حالا روزگارم عوض شد دوباره
حالا اون خودش فکر برگشتو داره
حالا من نشستم به سکان نورم
ولی اون به جز من کسی رو نداره
می بخشم دوباره گناهی که کرده
می بخشم می دونم که دستاش چه سرده
می شم ساتر شب رفیق قدیمی
بازم مثل وقتی که بودیم صمیمی
بدون زندگی بازیگردون ترین
ببین خوردی دیدی که دنیا همینه

Mibakhsham

I rushed to his aid, releasing my heart
I called for him, but he called his rival
I would sit at his feet, he himself saw I was exhausted
But the treacherous one again released my two hands
For the evening gathering of an old friend
I became the color of that night when his eyes darkened
Now my time has changed again
Now he himself thinks of returning
Now I sit at the helm of my light
But he has no one but me
I forgive again the sin he has committed
I forgive, I know that his hands are cold
I will become the night shelter of an old friend
Again, as when we were intimate
Know that life is a game of troubles
See, you have eaten, you have seen that the world is like this
I rushed to his aid, releasing my heart
I called for him, but he called his rival
I would sit at his feet, he himself saw I was exhausted
But the treacherous one again released my two hands
For the evening gathering of an old friend
I became the color of that night when his eyes darkened
Now my time has changed again
Now he himself thinks of returning
Now I sit at the helm of my light
But he has no one but me
I forgive again the sin he has committed
I forgive, I know that his hands are cold
I will become the night shelter of an old friend
Again, as when we were intimate
Know that life is a game of troubles
See, you have eaten, you have seen that the world is like this