Farhad Mehrad - جمعه
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عکسی از جمعهی غمگین میبینم
چه سیاهه به تنش رخت عزا
تو چشاش ابرای سنگین میبینم داره از ابر سیا خون میچکه
جمعهها خون جای بارون میچکه نفسم در نمیآد، جمعهها سر نمیآد
کاش میبستم چشامو، این ازم بر نمیآد داره از ابر سیا خون میچکه
جمعهها خون جای بارون میچکه عمر جمعه به هزار سال میرسهFarhad Mehrad - جمعه - http://motolyrics.com/farhad-mehrad/_8662405-lyrics-transliteration-translation.html
جمعهها غم دیگه بیداد میکنه
آدم از دست خودش خسته میشه
با لبای بسته فریاد میکنه داره از ابر سیا خون میچکه
جمعهها خون جای بارون میچکه جمعه وقت رفتنه, موسم دلکندنه
خنجر از پشت میزنه, اون که همراه منه داره از ابر سیا خون میچکه
جمعهها خون جای بارون میچکه
Farhad Mehrad - Jom'e (Transliteration)
Through these wet window frames
I see a picture of a sad Friday
How black the mourning clothing is on his body
I see heavy clouds in his eyes
It's dripping blood from the black cloud
on Fridays, it's dripping blood instead of rain
I can't breathe, Fridays won't end
I wish I would close my eyes, this I can't do
It's dripping blood of the black cloud
on Fridays,it's dripping blood instead of rain
Friday is a thousand years oldFarhad Mehrad - جمعه - http://motolyrics.com/farhad-mehrad/_8662405-lyrics-transliteration-translation.html
On Fridays there's too much sorrow
one becomes tired of him/her self
and screams with lips sealed
It's dripping blood from the black cloud
on Fridays, it's dripping blood instead of rain
Friday is the time to leave, it's the time of abandonment
My friend stabs me in the back
It's dripping blood from the black cloud
on Fridays, it's dripping blood instead of rain
(In Iran Friday is weekend and holiday and the poet refers to the sadness when it ends)