Текст и перевод песни Sivan Perwer - Xezala Min

Xezala Min

Xezala min, delala min konê bavê te çît e
Xezala min, delala min konê bavê te çît e
Xezala min delala min kon girêda bi şirît e
Xezala min delala min kon girêda bi şirît e
Xezala min delala min tu rabe weris bîne
Xezala min delala min tu rabe weris bîne
Were ba min bi min re bikene li mala me kes nîne
Were ba min bi min re bikene li nav konade kes nîne

Xezalê delalê wek sitêrkê li ezmana
Mala barkir koç bi rê ket, koçer tev çûn zozana
Xezalê delalê wek sitêrkê li ezmana
Mala barkir koç bi rê ket, koçer tev çûn zozana
Xezala min delala min evîn xweş e bi du dila
Evîna me şan û şîn be bi bilûra şivana
Evîna me şan û şîn be bi bilûra şivana

Xezalê lê delalê lê were can lê hê lê can
Xezalê lê delalê lê were can
Evîn xweş e li zozanan li ber qiraxê çeman
Evîn xweş e li zozanan lê
Deşta Heranê pir germ e ez namînim li vê derê
Destê xwe bide min tu em biçin tev Şerefdînê
Deşta Heranê pir germ e ez namînim li vê derê
Destê xwe bide min tu em biçin tev Şerefdînê

My Friend, My Messenger

My friend, my messenger from the heart of your father's side
My friend, my messenger from the heart of your father's side
My friend, my messenger, your hair is tied with a ribbon
My friend, my messenger, your hair is tied with a ribbon
My friend, my messenger, come to my land and visit
My friend, my messenger, come to my land and visit
Come with me, take me with you, there is no one at my home
Come with me, take me with you, there is no one in our street

My friend, my messenger, like a star in the sky
The tribe packed its belongings and left, the nomads all went to the mountain pastures
My friend, my messenger, like a star in the sky
The tribe packed its belongings and left, the nomads all went to the mountain pastures
My friend, my messenger, love is beautiful with two hearts
May our love be glorious and joyful, with the sound of lamentations
May our love be glorious and joyful, with the sound of lamentations

My friend, my messenger, give me your soul, yes give me your soul
My friend, my messenger, give me your soul
Love is beautiful in the mountain pastures, by the banks of the rivers
Love is beautiful in the mountain pastures, indeed
The plain of Heran is very hot, I will not stay in this place
Give me your hand, let us go together to Şerefdîn
The plain of Heran is very hot, I will not stay in this place
Give me your hand, let us go together to Şerefdîn