دور آخر - محسن چاووشی
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طبعم شده دیوانه... در گفتن افسانه باز این دل سوداییام آغاز فسون کرد عمریست که گمگشتهی وادی فراقم چون پیر مغان دید که مستسقی آبم چون از اثر باده شدم بیخود ومدهوش ماییم خراباتی و صوفی و قلندر طبعم شده دیوانه... در گفتن افسانه |
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The angel Gabriel from Heaven came,
His wings as drifted snow, His eyes as flame; `All hail,' said he, `Thou lowly maiden Mary,' Most highly favoured lady, Gloria! `For known a blessed Mother thou shalt be,
All generations laud and honour thee, Thy Son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold,' Most highly favoured lady, Gloria! Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head,
`To me be as it pleaseth God,' she said, `My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name.' Most highly favoured lady, Gloria! [Of her, Emmanuel, the Christ, was born
In Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn, And Christian folk throughout the world will ever say: * Most highly favoured lady, Gloria!] - S. Baring-Gould
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He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect He doesnt play for the money he wins He doesnt play for the respect He deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of probable outcome The numbers lead a dance I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades He may conceal a king in his hand While the memory of it fades I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape... shape of my heart And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong I'm not a man of too many faces The mask I wear is one Those who speak know nothing And find out to their cost Like those who curse their luck in too many places And those who smile are lost I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape of my heart |
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دایناسورا همگی جمعن، ائتلاف ژوراسیک پارک / مشغول استصواب و نظارت، همه چپیدن ته یه غار
حساسیت به نور و آفتاب، کوردلی مزمن / انجماد مغزی، عوارض عصر یخبندان
ابطال رأی حقیقت، تأیید صلاحیت دروغ / صیانت از تکرار حماقت توی حماسهی حضور
شمارش ذهنی آرا، بدون مسئولین ذیربط / مهرورزی به زور چماق، همه عدالتتونو دیدن
ته این تونل وحشت، میبینم یه نوری هست / پشت این دیوار سنگی؛ یه دشت سبز
کفتارا و شغالا، مسئول امنیت این غارن / خرمن کینه درو میکنن و تخم خشونت میکارن
این روزا پوشش ملی شده چشمبند و دستبند و زنجیر / یه خواهش کوچیک دارم آقا رأی ما رو از اینا پس بگیر
ته این تونل وحشت، میبینم یه نوری هست / پشت این دیوار سنگی؛ یه دشت سبز
حکومت سقوط ارزش پول، سقوط ارزش انسان / سقوط پیدرپی توپولف توی دشتای قزوین و کرمان
حکومت ترس، حکومت قصاص، حکومت تعذیر و زندان / حکومت سکوت، حکومت سقوط، بهلطف شورای نگهبان
ته این تونل وحشت، میبینم یه نوری هست / پشت این دیوار سنگی؛ یه دشت سبز
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از ظلمت رمیده خبر میدهد سحر مهدی اخوان ثالث - م. امید |
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Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall
I always said that I was gonna make it,
Now it's plain for everyone to see,
But this game I'm in don't take no prisoners,
Just casualties,
I know that everything is gonna change,
Even the friends I knew before me go,
But this dream is the life I've been searching for,
Started believing that I was the greatest,
My life was never gonna be the same,
Cause with the money came a different status,
That's when things change,
Now I'm too concerned with all the things I own,
Blinded by all the pretty girls I see,
I'm beginning to lose my integrity
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted, It's what they call, The rise and fall I never used to be a troublemaker,
Now I don't even wanna please the fans,
No autographs,
No interviews,
No pictures,
And less demands,
Given advice that was clearly wrong,
The type that seems to make me feel so right,
But some things you may find can take over your life,
Burnt all my bridges now I've run out of places,
And there's nowhere left for me to turn,
Been caught in comprimising situations,
I should have learnt,
From all those times I didn't walk away,
When I knew that it was best to go,
Is it too late to show you the shape of my heart,
Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall, Superstar you finally made it, But once your picture becomes tainted, It's what they call, The rise and fall Now I know,
I made mistakes, Think I don't care, But you don't realise what this means to me, So let me have, Just one more chance, I'm not the man I used to be, Used to beeeeeeeeeee Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall, Superstar you finally made it, But once your picture becomes tainted, It's what they call, The rise and fall |
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De la Sierra Morena, Ay, ay, ay, ay, ای یار من، ای یار من، ای یار بیزنهار من / ای دلبر و دلدار من، ای مونس و غمخوار من Ese lunar que tienes, Ay, ay, ay, ay, مرا تو بیسببی نیستی
پانویس: این یک ترانهی معروف و قدیمی از موسیقی سنتی مکزیک است که نگارش آن به ۱۸۸۲ میلادی بازمیگردد و محسن نامجو آن را با غزلی از مولوی و در نهایت شعری از احمد شاملو درآمیخته و جلوهای تازه از موسیقی تلفیقی را نمایش داده است |