Текст и перевод песни Shahin Najafi - Nooshoo Ray

Nooshoo Ray

دریا طوفانیه تی لوتکا خرابه نوشو ری
غم تی ماره بوخور والله ثوابه نوشو ری
دریا طوفانیه تی لوتکا خرابه نوشو ری
غم تی ماره بوخور والله ثوابه نوشو ری
تی مار نگرانه
انه دیل آویزانه
تی مار نگرانه
انه دیل آویزانه
نوشو ری
نوشو ری
نوشو ری
نوشو ری
نوشو ری
مار چوتو تاب بئره ؟
کی خبره بئره؟
مار چوتو تاب بئره ؟
کی خبره بئره؟
مار چوتو تاب بئره ؟
کی خبره بئره؟
مار چوتو تاب بئره ؟
کی خبره بئره؟
دار و درختانه بیدین بوک بئردن
شل ورزایه منم توره بوخوره گردن
دار و درختانه بیدین بوک بئردن
شل ورزایه منم توره بوخوره گردن
پیله دریا ده امی شین نیه بره
روس بزا بکاشته اونه به دره
پیله دریا ده امی شین نیه بره
روس بزا بکاشته اونه به دره
آنه ماره بیدم کار کونه بیجاره مین
گالش به پا شلیته تومان کاسه تیانه خو سر گیره مردومه مین
آنه ماره بیدم کار کونه بیجاره مین
گالش به پا شلیته تومان کاسه تیانه خو سر گیره مردومه مین
مار چوتو تاب بئره ؟
کی خبره بئره؟
مار چوتو تاب بئره ؟
کی خبره بئره؟
دار و درختانه بیدین بوک بئردن
شل ورزایه منم توره بوخوره گردن
دار و درختانه بیدین بوک بئردن
شل ورزایه منم توره بوخوره گردن

Nooshoo Ray - English Translation

The sea is stormy, your boat is wrecked, Nooshoo Ray
Your sorrow suffocates me, I swear to God, Nooshoo Ray
The sea is stormy, your boat is wrecked, Nooshoo Ray
Your sorrow suffocates me, I swear to God, Nooshoo Ray
You are restless
And my heart is hanging (on you)
You are restless
And my heart is hanging (on you)
Nooshoo Ray
Nooshoo Ray
Nooshoo Ray
Nooshoo Ray
Nooshoo Ray
Who will endure our pain?
Who will bring news?
Who will endure our pain?
Who will bring news?
Who will endure our pain?
Who will bring news?
Who will endure our pain?
Who will bring news?
Look, the trees and branches are bent over
The reed beds too, their necks are choked with grief
Look, the trees and branches are bent over
The reed beds too, their necks are choked with grief
My blue boat won't sail in the vast sea anymore
The Russians have planted a gun at its door
My blue boat won't sail in the vast sea anymore
The Russians have planted a gun at its door
They have left me, the poor one, with work to do
Wearing galoshes, I walk with a limp, collecting coins, bowing my head to people
They have left me, the poor one, with work to do
Wearing galoshes, I walk with a limp, collecting coins, bowing my head to people
Who will endure our pain?
Who will bring news?
Who will endure our pain?
Who will bring news?
Look, the trees and branches are bent over
The reed beds too, their necks are choked with grief
Look, the trees and branches are bent over
The reed beds too, their necks are choked with grief