Paroles et traduction Shadmehr Aghili - Mosafer

Mosafer

مسافر خسته ی من بار سفر رو بسته بود
تو خلوت آیینه ها به انتظار نشسته بود
می خواست که از اینجا بره اما نمی دونست کجا
دلش پر از گلایه بود ولی نمی دونست چرا
ولی نمی دونست چرا
دفتر خاطراتشو رو طاقچه جا گذاشت و رفت
عکسای یادگاریشو برای ما گذاشت و رفت
برای ما گذاشت و رفت
دل که به جاده می سپرد کسی اونو صدا نکرد
نگاه عاشقونه ای برای اون دعا نکرد
حالا دیگه تو غربتش ستاره سر نمی زنه
تو لحظه های بی کسیش پرنده پر نمی زنه
با کوله بار خستگی ، تو جاده های خاطره
مسافر خسته من یه عمره که مسافره
یه عمره که مسافره
مسافر خسته ی من بار سفر رو بسته بود
تو خلوت آیینه ها به انتظار نشسته بود
می خواست که از اینجا بره اما نمی دونست کجا
دلش پر از گلایه بود ولی نمی دونست چرا
ولی نمی دونست چرا
دفتر خاطراتشو رو طاقچه جا گذاشت و رفت
عکسای یادگاریشو برای ما گذاشت و رفت
برای ما گذاشت و رفت
دل که به جاده می سپرد کسی اونو صدا نکرد
نگاه عاشقونه ای برای اون دعا نکرد
حالا دیگه تو غربتش ستاره سر نمی زنه
تو لحظه های بی کسیش پرنده پر نمی زنه
با کوله بار خستگی ، تو جاده های خاطره
مسافر خسته من یه عمره که مسافره
یه عمره که مسافره

Traveler

My weary traveler had packed his bags,
In the solitude of mirrors, he sat and waited.
He wanted to leave this place, but knew not where to go,
His heart was full of grievance, but he didn't know why.
But he didn't know why.
He left his diary on the shelf and departed,
He left his memories in photos for us and went away.
He left them for us and went away.
As his heart surrendered to the road, no one called out to him,
No loving gaze offered a prayer for his journey.
Now, in his foreign land, the stars no longer shine,
In his moments of solitude, no bird takes flight.
With a backpack full of fatigue, on the roads of memory,
My weary traveler has been journeying for a lifetime.
He has been journeying for a lifetime.
My weary traveler had packed his bags,
In the solitude of mirrors, he sat and waited.
He wanted to leave this place, but knew not where to go,
His heart was full of grievance, but he didn't know why.
But he didn't know why.
He left his diary on the shelf and departed,
He left his memories in photos for us and went away.
He left them for us and went away.
As his heart surrendered to the road, no one called out to him,
No loving gaze offered a prayer for his journey.
Now, in his foreign land, the stars no longer shine,
In his moments of solitude, no bird takes flight.
With a backpack full of fatigue, on the roads of memory,
My weary traveler has been journeying for a lifetime.
He has been journeying for a lifetime.