Текст и перевод песни Bijan Mortazavi - Beman Che

Beman Che

همين که دل ،دل خون بار ابره
همين که شب،شب قتل ستاره س
همين که بغض تو ، بغض هميشه
همين که ترس من،ترس دوباره س
به من چه سرخي ميخک تو مهتاب؟
به من چه رقص نيلوفر روي آب؟
قفس بارون کابوس کبوتر!
به من چه کوچه باغ شعر سهراب؟
کنار کوچ بچه هاي پرسه
تو بهت رعشه و رگ ،گرد سوزن
کنار مادرک هاي شناور
روي سمفوني نفرين شيون
کنار فقر گل بانوي ايثار
که مي فروشه تنشو تيکه تيکه
کنار مرد دريا بغض خسته
که وا مي باره از هم چيکه چيکه
به من چه سرخي ميخک تو مهتاب؟
به من چه رقص نيلوفر روي آب؟
قفس بارون کابوس کبوتر!
به من چه کوچه باغ شعر سهراب؟
ستيز تگرگ گلبرگه
مصاف آينه و الماسه!
پيکار کبريته و خرمن!
نبرد ارکيده و داسه!
ستيز تگرگ گلبرگه
مصاف آينه و الماسه!
پيکار کبريته و خرمن!
نبرد ارکيده و داسه!
کنار فقر گل بانوي ايثار
که مي فروشه تنش رو تيکه تيکه
کنار مرد دريا بغض خسته
که وا مي باره از هم چيکه چيکه
به من چه سرخي ميخک تو مهتاب؟
به من چه رقص نيلوفر روي آب؟
قفس بارون کابوس کبوتر!
به من چه کوچه باغ شعر سهراب؟

Beman Che

Whenever my heart bleeds,
Whenever the night is the star's execution,
Whenever your sadness is an eternal sadness,
Whenever my fear is a fear once more,
What do I care about the redness of a carnation in the moonlight?
What do I care about the dance of a water lily on the water?
Rain's cage is a nightmare for doves!
What do I care about Sohrab's poetic alleys?
Next to the alley of wandering children,
In your panic and veins, the scar of a needle,
Next to floating mothers,
On the symphony of curses and mourning,
Next to the poverty of a sacrificing flower lady,
Who sells her body piece by piece,
Next to the weary sadness of the ocean man,
Who breaks down in tears,
What do I care about the redness of a carnation in the moonlight?
What do I care about the dance of a water lily on the water?
Rain's cage is a nightmare for doves!
What do I care about Sohrab's poetic alleys?
The battle of hailstones and flower petals,
The confrontation of a mirror and a diamond!
The struggle of a match and a haystack!
The fight of an orchid and a sickle!
The battle of hailstones and flower petals,
The confrontation of a mirror and a diamond!
The struggle of a match and a haystack!
The fight of an orchid and a sickle!
Next to the poverty of a sacrificing flower lady,
Who sells her body piece by piece,
Next to the weary sadness of the ocean man,
Who breaks down in tears,
What do I care about the redness of a carnation in the moonlight?
What do I care about the dance of a water lily on the water?
Rain's cage is a nightmare for doves!
What do I care about Sohrab's poetic alleys?