Текст и перевод песни Ebi - Pooste Shir

Pooste Shir

قلب تو قلب پرنده
پوستت اما پوست شير
زندون تنو رها کن
ای پرنده پر بگير
اون ور جنگل تن سبز
پشت دشت سر به دامن
اون ور روزای تاريک
پشت نيم شبای روشن

برای باور بودن
جايی شايد باشه شايد
برای لمس تن عشق
کسی بايد باشه بايد
که سر خستگياتو
به روی سينه بگيره
برای دلواپسی هات
واسه سادگيت بميره
قلب تو قلب پرنده
پوستت اما پوست شير
زندون تنو رها کن
ای پرنده پر بگير
حرف تنهايی قديمی
اما تلخ و سينه سوزه
اولين و آخرين حرف
حرف هر روز و هنوزه
تنهايی شايد يه راهه
راهيه تا بی نهايت
قصه ی هميشه تکرار
هجرت و هجرت و هجرت

اما تو اين راه که همراه
جز هجوم خار و خس نيست
کسی شايد باشه شايد
کسی که دستاش قفس نيست

قلب تو قلب پرنده
پوستت اما پوست شير
زندون تن و رها کن
ای پرنده پر بگير

Skin of a Lion

Your heart is the heart of a bird,
But your skin is the skin of a lion.
Break free from the prison of your body,
Oh, bird, take flight.
Beyond the forest of bodies,
Behind the field where heads are bowed,
Beyond the days of darkness,
Behind the nights of light.

For to believe in being,
Somewhere there may be a place,
To touch the skin of love,
There must be someone,
Who will take your weary head,
To their breast.
For your anxieties,
For your simplicity, to die.
Your heart is the heart of a bird,
But your skin is the skin of a lion.
Break free from the prison of your body,
Oh, bird, take flight.
The talk of loneliness is old,
But it is bitter and painful.
The first and last word,
The word of every day and forever.
Loneliness may be a path,
A path to infinity,
The story of an eternal repetition,
Migration, migration, and migration.

But on this path that accompanies,
There is nothing but thorns and thistles.
Someone may be there, perhaps,
Someone whose hands are not a cage.

Your heart is the heart of a bird,
But your skin is the skin of a lion.
Break free from the prison of your body,
Oh, bird, take flight.