Текст и перевод песни Mansour - Khodi

Khodi

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باز باید از جادوی زن گفت
باز باید از عاشق شدن گفت
باز هم باید در سایه گم شد
باز باید ساده شد لابد
تو به سادگی یک جشن مدرسه
جشن تولد
گل کن مثل یه هدیه
سرخوش و خود به خود
سرخوش و خود به خود
دست تو کو بگو دست تو کو
دو دست گمشده دست بی آرزو
وقت یکی شدن وقت تو وقت من
وقت دل نازکی ساعت سر رفتن
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باز باید از چشم تو ترسید
باز باید در عطر تو پیچید
باز هم باید بیخودی لرزید
باز باید یک نفس رقصید
تو در زنگ حساب، امتحان خراب
با پاشو نترس
بخند به اخم درهم
به نمره های کم
به جا شو نترس
دست تو کو بگو دست تو کو
دو دست گمشده دست بی آرزو
وقت یکی شدن وقت تو وقت من
وقت دل نازکی ساعت سر رفتن
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به سبک آواز کولی ها
به نام بچه های دنیا
به یاد پس پریروز باخت
به فکر رنگ سبز پس فردا
به فکر رنگ سبز پس فردا
دست تو کو بگو دست تو کو
دو دست گمشده دست بی آرزو
وقت یکی شدن وقت تو وقت من
وقت دل نازکی ساعت سر رفتن
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Khodi

Yes, it's you
Yes, it's you
We must once again speak of the magic of women
We must once again speak of falling in love
We must once again lose ourselves in the shadows
We must once again become simple, no doubt
You are as simple as a school party
A birthday party
Bloom like a gift
Ecstatic and spontaneous
Ecstatic and spontaneous
Where are your hands, tell me where are your hands
Two lost hands, hands with no desires
It's time to become one, it's your time, it's my time
It's a time of fragility, a time to overflow
Yes, it's you
It's you, yourself
We must once again fear your eyes
We must once again get lost in your scent
We must once again tremble for no reason
We must once again dance breathlessly
You are the failed math test
With your calm reassurance
Laugh at the worried expression
At the failing grades
Compose yourself, don't be afraid
Where are your hands, tell me where are your hands
Two lost hands, hands with no desires
It's time to become one, it's your time, it's my time
It's a time of fragility, a time to overflow
Yes, it's you
It's you, yourself
In the style of a gypsy song
In the name of the children of the world
In memory of the defeat of the day before yesterday
Thinking of the green color of the day after tomorrow
Thinking of the green color of the day after tomorrow
Where are your hands, tell me where are your hands
Two lost hands, hands with no desires
It's time to become one, it's your time, it's my time
It's a time of fragility, a time to overflow
Yes, it's you
It's you, yourself
Yes, it's you
It's you, yourself
Yes, it's you
Yes, it's you
Yes, it's you
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