Текст и перевод песни Mahasty - Ghadima

Ghadima

قدیما حرفا شیرین چون عسل بود
میون مردمی ضرب المثل بود
از یه گل بهار نمیشه، بی وفا که یار نمیشه
واسه عاشقا هیچ دردی، درد انتظار نمیشه

یه گل دادی به دستم
خیال کردم بهاره خیال کردم بهاره
به دل گفتم نخور غم آی نخور غم
دیگه پایان کاره دیگه پایان کاره

قدیما حرفا شیرین چون عسل بود
میون مردمی ضرب المثل بود
از یه گل بهار نمیشه، بی وفا که یار نمیشه
واسه عاشقا هیچ دردی، درد انتظار نمیشه

همیشه قلب من میل به غم داشت
انگار دل تنگم تو رو کم داشت
به قلبی که به خود ندیده عشقی
عاشق نشدن حکم ستم داشت
عاشق نشدن حکم ستم داشت

از وقتی میدونم تو رو دارم
بیشتر به خودم امیدوارم
بیشتر به خودم امیدوارم

قدیما حرفا شیرین چون عسل بود
میون مردمی ضرب المثل بود
از یه گل بهار نمیشه، بی وفا که یار نمیشه
واسه عاشقا هیچ دردی، درد انتظار نمیشه

واسه من بریده از صف عشق
تو یک ندای عاشقانه بودی
واسه بیدارباش این دل خواب
واسه من بهترین بهانه بودی
واسه من بهترین بهانه بودی

از وقتی میدونم تو رو دارم
بیشتر به خودم امیدوارم
بیشتر به خودم امیدوارم

قدیما حرفا شیرین چون عسل بود
میون مردمی ضرب المثل بود
از یه گل بهار نمیشه، بی وفا که یار نمیشه
واسه عاشقا هیچ دردی، درد انتظار نمیشه

Ghadima

In the past, words were sweet like honey
Amongst the people, there was a proverb
One flower does not make a spring, a traitor cannot be a friend
For lovers, no pain is as painful as the pain of waiting

You gave me a flower
I thought it was spring, I thought it was spring
I told my heart not to worry, not to worry
It's the end, it's the end

In the past, words were sweet like honey
Amongst the people, there was a proverb
One flower does not make a spring, a traitor cannot be a friend
For lovers, no pain is as painful as the pain of waiting

My heart has always longed for sorrow
As if my lonely heart was missing you
For a heart that has never known love
Not falling in love was like a cruel punishment
Not falling in love was like a cruel punishment

Since I know I have you
I have more hope for myself
I have more hope for myself

In the past, words were sweet like honey
Amongst the people, there was a proverb
One flower does not make a spring, a traitor cannot be a friend
For lovers, no pain is as painful as the pain of waiting

For me, who has been cut off from the line of love
You were a voice of love
For the awakening of this sleeping heart
You were the best excuse for me
You were the best excuse for me

Since I know I have you
I have more hope for myself
I have more hope for myself

In the past, words were sweet like honey
Amongst the people, there was a proverb
One flower does not make a spring, a traitor cannot be a friend
For lovers, no pain is as painful as the pain of waiting