Текст и перевод песни Dariush - Che Mishe Goft

Che Mishe Goft

چی میشه گفت
واي که چقد اين دل عاشق بلاس
ميون دل با من هميشه دعواس
بدل ميگم غمو تو خونت را نده
ميگه جونم مهمون حبيب خداس
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديوونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديوونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
کاشکي دلم غصه ي پنهون نداشت
خونهء غم حيات و ايوون نداشت
پر ميکشيد خنده روي لبانم
ابر چشام يه قطره بارون نداشت
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديوونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديوونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
دل خوابه و چشماي من بيداره
از ناله هاي من خبر نداره
ميترسم اين خونه خراب عاشق
دسته گلي به آب بده دوباره
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديوونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديوونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
کاشکي دلم غصه ي پنهون نداشت
خونهء غم حيات و ايوون نداشت
پر ميکشيد خنده روي لبانم
ابر چشام يه قطره بارون نداشت
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديوونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديوونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه

What Can I Say?

What can I say?
Oh dear how much this heart is in love and it's suffering
In my heart there is always a dispute with me
I tell my heart, don't let grief into your house
It tells me, my life, a guest is dear to God
What can I say to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it still finds an excuse
What can I say to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it still finds an excuse
I wish my heart didn't have hidden sorrow
My house of sorrow didn't have a life and a porch
Laughter would fly on my lips
My misty eyes wouldn't have a drop of rain
What can I say to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it still finds an excuse
What can I say to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it still finds an excuse
My heart is asleep and my eyes are awake
It's not aware of my groans
I am afraid this house of sick love
Will ruin everything again
What can I say to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it still finds an excuse
What can I say to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it still finds an excuse
I wish my heart didn't have hidden sorrow
My house of sorrow didn't have a life and a porch
Laughter would fly on my lips
My misty eyes wouldn't have a drop of rain
What can I say to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it still finds an excuse
What can I say to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it still finds an excuse