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میعاد
Wednesday, March 26th, 2008در فراسوی مرزهای تن ات تو را دوست می دارم
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آینه ها و شب پره های مشتاق را به من بده
روشنی و شراب را
آسمان ِ بلند و کمان ِ گشاده ی پل
پرنده ها و قوس و قزح را به من بده
و راه ِ آخرین را
در پرده یی که می زنی مکرر من .
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در فراسوی مرزهای تن ام
تو را دوست می دارم.
در آن دور دست ِ بعید
که رسالت ِ اندام ها پایان می پذیرد
و شعله و شور ِ تپش ها و خواهش ها
به تمامی
فرو می نشیند
و هر معنا قالب ِ لفظ را وامی گذارد
چنان چون روحی
که جسد را در پایان ِ سفر ،
تا به هجوم ِ کرکس های پایان اش وانهد …
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در فراسوهای عشق
تو را دوست می دارم ،
در فراسوهای پرده و رنگ .
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در فراسوهای پیکرهای مان
با من وعده ی دیداری بده .
Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye
Sunday, March 23rd, 2008I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
Leonard Cohen
No Comment
Thursday, March 20th, 2008
Love Story
Friday, March 7th, 2008
Save The Last Dance For Me
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

You can dance-every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye,let him hold you tight
You can smile-every smile for the man
Who held your hand neath the pale moon light
But don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’ save the last dance for me
Oh I know that the music’s fine
Like sparklin’ wine,go and have your fun
Laugh and sing,but while we’re apart
Don’t give your heart to anyone
But don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’ save the last dance for me
Baby don’t you know I love you so
Can’t you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much
You can dance,go and carry on
Till the night is gone
And it’s time to go
If he asks if you’re all alone
Can he walk you home,you must tell him no
‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
Save the last dance for me
‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darling,save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me.
آفتابكاران جنگل - سر اومد زمستون
Monday, February 18th, 2008گل سرخ خورشيد باز اومدو شب شد گريزون
كوهها لاله زارن لاله ها بيدارن
تو كوهها دارن گل گل گل آفتابو مي كارن
توي كوهستون دلش بيداره
تفنگ و گل و گندم داره مياره
توي سينه اش جان جان جان
يه جنگل ستاره داره، جان جان، يه جنگل ستاره داره
سر اومد زمستون شكفته بهارون
گل سرخ خورشيد باز اومدو شب شد گريزون
لبش خنده نور دلش شعله شور
صداش چشمه و يادش آهوي جنگل دور
توي كوهستون دلش بيداره
تفنگ و گل و گندم داره مياره
توي سينه اش جان جان جان
يه جنگل ستاره داره، جان جان، يه جنگل ستاره دار
Lady Midnight
Saturday, February 9th, 2008
I came by myself to a very crowded place;
I was looking for someone who had lines in her face.
I found her there but she was past all concern;
I asked her to hold me, I said, “Lady, unfold me,”
but she scorned me and she told me
I was dead and I could never return.
Well, I argued all night like so many have before,
saying, “Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more.”
Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor,
she said, “Don’t try to use me or slyly refuse me,
just win me or lose me,
it is this that the darkness is for.”
I cried, “Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old,
the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold.”
“If we cry now,” she said, “it will just be ignored.”
So I walked through the morning, sweet early morning,
I could hear my lady calling,
“You’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord,
you’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord,
yes, you’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord,
ah, you’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord,
ah, you’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord.”




