Текст и перевод песни The Arian Band - Gol-E-Man

Gol-E-Man

يه روزي زير گنبد نيلي
بود يه گلدون تنهاي تنها
خالي بود جاي گل توي قلبش
لونه داشت تو سينش غم دنيا
حالا غصه و غم ديگه رفته
بازم اومده عطر بهارون
چونکه غنچه پاکي نشسته
ميون دل تنهاي گلدون
گل من گل من
تويي جلوه ی پاک بهارون
گل من گل من
منم گلدون و تو گل گلدون
گل من تو قلبم شده غنچه ی عشق تو مهمون
گل من
نکنه که تو چيک چيک بارون
(چيک چيک)
توي رقص نسيم و درختا
(ها ها)
با ترانه شاد قناري
(او او)
دل تو بشه تنگ واسه دشتا
مثل تو واسه اين دل خستم
ديگه مونسي پيدا نميشه
بگو ميمونه گل پيش گلدون
بگو مال مني تو هميشه
مال مني تو هميشه
وقتي غنچه عشق تو واشد
تو سينم گل ناز تو جا شد
ريشه کردي تو اين دل تنها
عشق تو با دلم آشنا شد
وقتي پرتو روشن خورشيد
روي برگهاي سبز تو تابيد
غصه رفت ديگه از دل گلدون
عطر تو توي گلخونه پيچيد
گل من گل من
تويي جلوه ی پاک بهارون
گل من گل من
منم گلدون و تو گل گلدون
گل من تو قلبم شده غنچه ی عشق تو مهمون
گل من
گل من
گل من
گل من

Gol-E-Man

One day, beneath the azure dome,
There was a lonely flowerpot all alone.
The heart of the flower was empty,
The sorrow of the world nested in its chest.
Now, sorrow and sadness are gone,
The fragrance of spring has returned.
Because a pure bud has settled
Amidst the lonely heart of the flowerpot.
My flower, my flower,
You are the pure essence of spring.
My flower, my flower,
I am the flowerpot, and you are the flower.
The bud of your love has become a guest in my weary heart.
My flower,
Do not, in the gentle patter of rain
(pitter-patter),
In the dance of the wind and the trees
(ha-ha),
In the cheerful song of the canary
(oho),
Let your heart yearn for the fields,
As I yearn for this weary heart.
Another companion never can be found,
Tell me, the flower will always remain with the flowerpot,
Tell me, you are mine forever,
You are mine forever.
When the bud of your love blossoms,
Your delicate flower will find a home in my bosom.
You have taken root in this lonely heart,
Your love has become familiar with my soul.
When the bright rays of the sun
Shine upon your verdant leaves,
Sorrow departs from the heart of the flowerpot,
Your fragrance fills the greenhouse.
My flower, my flower,
You are the pure essence of spring.
My flower, my flower,
I am the flowerpot, and you are the flower.
The bud of your love has become a guest in my weary heart.
My flower,
My flower,
My flower,
My flower.