Текст и перевод песни The Arian Band - Telesm

Telesm

میخواستم که بخونم باز از نم نمه بارون
از آفتابگردون و قصّه ی گلدون
دونه دونه دونه دونه دونه دونه
میخواستم از گل یاس برات قصّه بخونم
بخونم تو بمون تا که بمونم
بگم تو فصل سرما گل همیشه بهاری
تو مهتاب توی شبهای تاری
تو رویای سپیدی تویی همدم و همراز
برای مرغ عشق دو بال پرواز
ولی چقد آخه باز باید از گلها گفت
حرفهای دل و پنهونی تو قصه ها گفت
طلسم شرممو باید که بشکنم
اگه دل بذاره حرفمو اینبار بزنم
گل و گلدون بهونن ، باد بارون بهونن
شب و ستاره و مهتاب و آسمون بهونن
اگه میگم برات از دل خستم
بهونست که بگم
شدی خورشید آسمون من
شدم گل آفتابگردون تو
میونه باغ قصه های من
گل من شدی و من گلدون تو، گل من
ولی باش توی آسمون من
دیگه ابرهای شهر جایی نداشتن
چی میشد واسه ی گل و گلدون من
دیوار قصه ها رو برمیداشتن
مگه چقد آخه باز میشه از گلها گفت
حرفهای دلو پنهونی تو قصّه ها گفت
طلسم شرممو باید که بشکنم
اگه دل بزاره حرفمو اینبار بزنم
گل و گلدون بهونن ، باد بارون بهونن
شب و ستاره و مهتاب و آسمون بهونن
اگه میگم برات از دل خستم
بهونست که بگم
گل و گلدون بهونن ، باد بارون بهونن
شب و ستاره و مهتاب و آسمون بهونن
اگه میگم برات از دل خستم
بهونست که بگم
بهونست که بگم

Talisman

I wanted to sing to you again of the gentle rain,
Of the sunflower and the story of the vase,
One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one,
I wanted to tell you a story about the jasmine flower,
To sing to you, stay so that I can stay,
To say in the cold season, a flower is always in bloom,
In the moonlight on dark nights,
In the dream of whiteness, you are my companion and confidant,
For the lovebird, two wings to fly,
But how much longer must I speak of flowers?
To speak of the secrets of the heart in stories,
I must break the spell of my shame,
If my heart lets me speak my words this time,
Flowers and vases are excuses, the wind and rain are excuses,
The night, the stars, the moonlight and the sky are excuses,
If I tell you of my weary heart,
It is an excuse to say,
You have become the sun in my sky,
I have become the sunflower to your sun,
In the garden of my stories,
You have become my flower and I your vase, my flower,
But be in my sky,
The clouds in the city no longer have a place,
What would it be like for my flower and vase?
The walls of stories were lifted,
How much longer can I speak of flowers?
To speak of the secrets of the heart in stories,
I must break the spell of my shame,
If my heart lets me speak my words this time,
Flowers and vases are excuses, the wind and rain are excuses,
The night, the stars, the moonlight and the sky are excuses,
If I tell you of my weary heart,
It is an excuse to say,
Flowers and vases are excuses, the wind and rain are excuses,
The night, the stars, the moonlight and the sky are excuses,
If I tell you of my weary heart,
It is an excuse to say,
It is an excuse to say.