Dariush - Labe Darya
our era is the era of deceit
era of strange names
era of the death of vase
and black umbrella in the rain
our city seems to be very busy
with full of false promises
and with the skies full of smokes
and its lovers with dark hearts
i wish in the scarcity of tulips
we sat in a boat and get the courage
of sailing through the sea
you and i, alone and alone
our houses are surrounded with railings
and curtains are down behind every window
cages are filled with bird
the lips with no smile on
the eyes have become the house of questions
becoming kind is kind of impossibleDariush - Labe Darya - http://motolyrics.com/dariush/labe-darya-lyrics-english-translation.html
there is no eager for love
nobody cares about Leily
i wish in the scarcity of tulips
we sat in a boat and get the courage
of sailing through the sea
you and i alone and alone
we sail up to the point that
the seaside would disappear from you and i
we sail the boat together
and we live there to the end of our lives
where neither its sky nor its people's voice
neither its sadness nor its activity
nor its best-seller flowers
are not made of iron just like here (2)
so listen and remember
and no one be aware of this (secret)
"if tommorow we're alive
we'll meet by the seaside" (4)
Dariush - At the beach (English translation)
our time is time of deception ,
time of strange names,
time of withering flowers ,
time of black umbrellas under the rain.
our town is town of noises …
its promises are all lies…
its sky is gloomy with smoke…
the heart of its lovers, all bruised.
may be in this time that violets are so rare we should just take a boat and go to the very heart of ocean, you and me all alone by ourselves.
our houses are full of pain, full of sorrow,
every window is covered with curtain,
all birds are captive of cages,
all lips are devoid of smiles,
eyes are full of unanswered questions,
to fall in love is an impossibility,
there is not any desire for love in hearts,Dariush - Labe Darya - http://motolyrics.com/dariush/labe-darya-lyrics-english-translation.html
nor anyone think of great love tales.
may be in this time that violets are so rare we should just take a boat and go to the very heart of ocean, you and me all alone by ourselves.
in our boat, we will go on and on, so far away that,
the beach will forget all about us.
we will ride our boat ourselves, till we reach somewhere new,
there we will stay together for ever.
somewhere that its sky…
nor the voice of its people…
nor its sorrows, nor its busy sounds…
… nor its flowers…
wont have the cold, hardness of iron ;wont be like here.
wont have the cold, hardness of iron; wont be like here.
so do not forget and do not tell anyone,
our meeting tomorrow, at the beach.
our meeting tomorrow , at the beach.