Dude! there's another topic 4 lyrics... incase u know the diffrece between lyrics and poems!albert maryam نوشته شده:This is the end
این پایانه …
Hold your breath and count to ten
نفست رو نگه دار و تا ده بشمار
Feel the earth move and then
گردش زمین رو احساس کن و اونوقت ..
Hear my heart burst again
صدای قلبم رو دوباره میشنوی
For this is the end
برای این پایان ..
I’ve drowned and dreamed this moment
من غرق و مبهوت این لحظه شدم
So overdue, I owe them
و سر رسیدم . مدیون اونها شدم
Swept away, I’m stolen
از دستم در رفت .. من دزدیده شدم
Let the sky fall, when it crumbles
بذار اسمون سقوط کنه .. و از هم بپاشه
We will stand tall
ما با هم می ایستیم
Face it all together
با همه اینا رو به رو میشیم
Let the sky fall, when it crumbles
بذار اسمون سقوط کنه .. و از هم بپاشه
We will stand tall
ما با هم می ایستیم
Face it all together
با همه اینا رو به رو میشیم
At skyfall
زمان سقوط اسمون
Skyfall is where we start
اسمون همینجا ک ما دوست شدیم داره سقوط میکنه
A thousand miles and poles apart
و هزاران مایل تیکه پاره میشه
When worlds collide, and days are dark
وقتی ک دنیا از هم میپاشه ، و روز ها تاریک میشن
You may have my number, you can take my name
تو شاید شماره ی منو داشته باشی ، میتونی بگی ک من مال تو هستم
But you’ll never have my heart
اما هیچوقت نمیتونی صاحب قلبم بشی
Let the sky fall, when it crumbles
بذار اسمون سقوط کنه .. و از هم بپاشه
We will stand tall
ما با هم می ایستیم
Face it all together
با همه اینا رو به رو میشیم
Let the sky fall, when it crumbles
بذار اسمون سقوط کنه .. و از هم بپاشه
We will stand tall
ما با هم می ایستیم
Face it all together
با همه اینا رو به رو میشیم
At skyfall
زمان سقوط اسمون
Where you go I go,
هر جا بری منم میرم
What you see I see
هر چی رو تو ببینی منم میبینم
I know I’ll never be me, without the security
میدونم ک هیچوقت بدون امنیت خودم نمیشم
Of your loving arms
اگه دست های مهربونت
Keeping me from harm
منو از بدی ها دور نگه میداره …
Put your hand in my hand
اونوقت دستت رو بذار توی دستام
And we’ll stand
و تا با هم بایستیم
Let the sky fall, when it crumbles
بذار اسمون سقوط کنه .. و از هم بپاشه
We will stand tall
ما با هم می ایستیم
Face it all together
با همه اینا رو به رو میشیم
Let the sky fall, when it crumbles
بذار اسمون سقوط کنه .. و از هم بپاشه
We will stand tall
ما با هم می ایستیم
Face it all together
با همه اینا رو به رو میشیم
At skyfall
زمان سقوط اسمون
Let the sky fall
بذار اسمون سقوط کنه ..
We will stand tall
ما با هم می ایستیم
At skyfall
زمان سقوط اسمون
the poems.....
Re: the poems.....
من زنم و به همان اندازه از هوا سهم میبرم
که ریه های تو!
درد آور است که من آزاد نباشم تا تو به گناه نیفتی!
قوس های بدنم بیشتر از افکارم به چشمهایت ما آیند!
تاسف بار است که باید
لباس هایم را به میزان ایمان تو تنظیم کنم!
سیمین دانشور
که ریه های تو!
درد آور است که من آزاد نباشم تا تو به گناه نیفتی!
قوس های بدنم بیشتر از افکارم به چشمهایت ما آیند!
تاسف بار است که باید
لباس هایم را به میزان ایمان تو تنظیم کنم!
سیمین دانشور
Re: the poems.....
You're the reason I get up to face each hectic day
How did our lives get so consumed with nonsense on the way
We used to take the time to laugh and play a game or two
But now it seems we fight a lot and cry way too much too
So when you go to sleep at night I'll slip in by your side
I'll hold you close and squeeze you tight and feel amazing pride
You're the one that I love best, it's very clear to see
With every day I know I'm blessed that you're a part of me
Now let's just try to slow it down and savor all that's past
For that's what molds our future, and life moves way too fast
How did our lives get so consumed with nonsense on the way
We used to take the time to laugh and play a game or two
But now it seems we fight a lot and cry way too much too
So when you go to sleep at night I'll slip in by your side
I'll hold you close and squeeze you tight and feel amazing pride
You're the one that I love best, it's very clear to see
With every day I know I'm blessed that you're a part of me
Now let's just try to slow it down and savor all that's past
For that's what molds our future, and life moves way too fast
تقدیم به ...
- ashkanOo
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Re: the poems.....
WIND ON THE ISLAND
:The wind is a horse
hear how he runs
through the sea, through the sky
He wants to take me : Listen
how he roves the world
.to take me far away
Hide me in your arms
,just for this night
while the rain breaks against sea and earth
.its innumerable mouth
,With your brow on my brow
,with your mouth on my mouth
our bodies tied
,to the love that consumes us
let the wind pass
.and not take me away
Let the wind rush
.crowned with foam
let it call to me and seek me
galloping in the shadow
while I, sunk
beneath your big eyes
just for this night
.shall rest, my love
:The wind is a horse
hear how he runs
through the sea, through the sky
He wants to take me : Listen
how he roves the world
.to take me far away
Hide me in your arms
,just for this night
while the rain breaks against sea and earth
.its innumerable mouth
,With your brow on my brow
,with your mouth on my mouth
our bodies tied
,to the love that consumes us
let the wind pass
.and not take me away
Let the wind rush
.crowned with foam
let it call to me and seek me
galloping in the shadow
while I, sunk
beneath your big eyes
just for this night
.shall rest, my love
B.Sc physics at amirkabir university of tehran
- ashkanOo
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Re: the poems.....
Angel of Death
In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze by the sight
He was looking at me
The summer's heat became a chill
The angel of death at his kill
My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to bet'r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp'ny
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death at his kill
I did rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into light
To free captivity
Unbinding my soul from his will
The angel of death at his kill
Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz'n be
Mem'ries of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill
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In darkness of the night
I spied him in a tree
Sat I froze by the sight
He was looking at me
The summer's heat became a chill
The angel of death at his kill
My heart skipped with the fright
Blinked my eyes to bet'r see
Glanced back with all my might
Parted he my comp'ny
My chest was quickly pounding still
The angel of death at his kill
I did rise and take flight
The fear made me to flee
From darkness into light
To free captivity
Unbinding my soul from his will
The angel of death at his kill
Many years since that night
Gazed I on that braz'n be
Mem'ries of still incite
Fears of my slavery
Existence of him makes me ill
The angel of death at his kill
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B.Sc physics at amirkabir university of tehran
- ashkanOo
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Re: the poems.....
“I have finished another year,” said God,
“In grey, green, white, and brown;
I have strewn the leaf upon the sod,
Sealed up the worm within the clod,
And let the last sun down.”
“And what’s the good of it?” I said.
“What reasons made you call
From formless void this earth we tread,
When nine-and-ninety can be read
Why nought should be at all?
“Yea, Sire; why shaped you us, ‘who in
This tabernacle groan’—
If ever a joy be found herein,
Such joy no man had wished to win
If he had never known!”
Then he: “My labours—logicless—
You may explain; not I:
Sense-sealed I have wrought, without a guess
That I evolved a Consciousness
To ask for reasons why.
“Strange that ephemeral creatures who
By my own ordering are,
Should see the shortness of my view,
Use ethic tests I never knew,
Or made provision for!”
He sank to raptness as of yore,
And opening New Year’s Day
Wove it by rote as theretofore,
And went on working evermore
In his unweeting way.
“In grey, green, white, and brown;
I have strewn the leaf upon the sod,
Sealed up the worm within the clod,
And let the last sun down.”
“And what’s the good of it?” I said.
“What reasons made you call
From formless void this earth we tread,
When nine-and-ninety can be read
Why nought should be at all?
“Yea, Sire; why shaped you us, ‘who in
This tabernacle groan’—
If ever a joy be found herein,
Such joy no man had wished to win
If he had never known!”
Then he: “My labours—logicless—
You may explain; not I:
Sense-sealed I have wrought, without a guess
That I evolved a Consciousness
To ask for reasons why.
“Strange that ephemeral creatures who
By my own ordering are,
Should see the shortness of my view,
Use ethic tests I never knew,
Or made provision for!”
He sank to raptness as of yore,
And opening New Year’s Day
Wove it by rote as theretofore,
And went on working evermore
In his unweeting way.
“New Year: A Dialogue” by thomas hardy
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- ashkanOo
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Re: the poems.....
shell....
شما دسترسی جهت مشاهده فایل پیوست این پست را ندارید.
B.Sc physics at amirkabir university of tehran
Re: the poems.....
I am sorry for people who have been posting here. because all of you are going to show yourselves as wise person by companion of internet and i think in another hand you are going to be treacherous. please come and write what we understand from english in
poems thank you so much
poems thank you so much
- reza best fizician
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Re: the poems.....
very good
به جای انکه خودت را با دیگران مقایسه کنی خودت را با خودت مقایسه کن_از پسر خاله ام (علی)
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Re: the poems.....
چه تدبیر ای مسلمانان که من خود را نمیدانم
نه ترسا و یهودیم نه گبرم نه مسلمانم
نه شرقیم نه غربیم نه بریم نه بحریم
نه ارکان طبیعیم نه از افلاک گردانم
نه از خاکم نه از بادم نه از آبم نه از آتش
نه از عرشم نه از فرشم نه از کونم نه از کانم
نه از هندم، نه از چینم، نه از بلغار و صقسینم
نه از ملک عراقینم نه از خاک خراسانم
نه از دنیی نه از عقبی نه از جنت نه از دوزخ
نه از آدم نه از حوا نه از فردوس رضوانم
مکانم لا مکان باشد نشانم بی نشان باشد
نه تن باشد نه جان باشد که من از جان جانانم
مولانا جلالدین محمد بلخی
Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do?
I adore not the Cross nor the Crescent, I am not a Giaour nor a Jew
East nor West, land nor sea is my home, I have kin nor with angel nor gnome
I am wrought not of fire nor of foam
I am shaped not of dust nor of dew
I was born not in China afar, not in Saqsin and not in Bulghar
Not in India, where five rivers are, nor 'Iraq nor Khorasan I grew
Not in this world nor that world I dwell, not in Paradise, neither in Hell
Not from Eden and Rizwan I fell, not from Adam my lineage I drew
In a place beyond uttermost Place, in a tract without shadow or trace
Soul and body transcending, I live in the soul of my Loved One anew
نه ترسا و یهودیم نه گبرم نه مسلمانم
نه شرقیم نه غربیم نه بریم نه بحریم
نه ارکان طبیعیم نه از افلاک گردانم
نه از خاکم نه از بادم نه از آبم نه از آتش
نه از عرشم نه از فرشم نه از کونم نه از کانم
نه از هندم، نه از چینم، نه از بلغار و صقسینم
نه از ملک عراقینم نه از خاک خراسانم
نه از دنیی نه از عقبی نه از جنت نه از دوزخ
نه از آدم نه از حوا نه از فردوس رضوانم
مکانم لا مکان باشد نشانم بی نشان باشد
نه تن باشد نه جان باشد که من از جان جانانم
مولانا جلالدین محمد بلخی
Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do?
I adore not the Cross nor the Crescent, I am not a Giaour nor a Jew
East nor West, land nor sea is my home, I have kin nor with angel nor gnome
I am wrought not of fire nor of foam
I am shaped not of dust nor of dew
I was born not in China afar, not in Saqsin and not in Bulghar
Not in India, where five rivers are, nor 'Iraq nor Khorasan I grew
Not in this world nor that world I dwell, not in Paradise, neither in Hell
Not from Eden and Rizwan I fell, not from Adam my lineage I drew
In a place beyond uttermost Place, in a tract without shadow or trace
Soul and body transcending, I live in the soul of my Loved One anew
کسی که سکوت می کند
بازی را مسخره کرده
ما که حرف می زنیم
باخته ایم .
بازی را مسخره کرده
ما که حرف می زنیم
باخته ایم .
Re: the poems.....
I'm tired of dreaming.
I'm through with trying.
Tired of living, yet scared of dying.
Maybe things are good for you,
but look at all that I've been through.
Look at all the pain I've won.
I bet you think that it's been fun.
You never thought I'd turn away.
You never believed you'd see this day.
Look again cuz here I go
leaving behind all I know.
Changing it all as I must do.
Not daring to stop and think things through.
Wanting to run as fast as I can,
not stopping until I understand.
Like why did I let things get this way?
Why didn't I leave yesterday?
How are things going to be,
since there is no more you and me.
I'm through with trying.
Tired of living, yet scared of dying.
Maybe things are good for you,
but look at all that I've been through.
Look at all the pain I've won.
I bet you think that it's been fun.
You never thought I'd turn away.
You never believed you'd see this day.
Look again cuz here I go
leaving behind all I know.
Changing it all as I must do.
Not daring to stop and think things through.
Wanting to run as fast as I can,
not stopping until I understand.
Like why did I let things get this way?
Why didn't I leave yesterday?
How are things going to be,
since there is no more you and me.
من زنم و به همان اندازه از هوا سهم میبرم
که ریه های تو!
درد آور است که من آزاد نباشم تا تو به گناه نیفتی!
قوس های بدنم بیشتر از افکارم به چشمهایت ما آیند!
تاسف بار است که باید
لباس هایم را به میزان ایمان تو تنظیم کنم!
سیمین دانشور
که ریه های تو!
درد آور است که من آزاد نباشم تا تو به گناه نیفتی!
قوس های بدنم بیشتر از افکارم به چشمهایت ما آیند!
تاسف بار است که باید
لباس هایم را به میزان ایمان تو تنظیم کنم!
سیمین دانشور
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Re: the poems.....
Where the Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
B.Sc physics at amirkabir university of tehran
- ashkanOo
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Re: the poems.....
shell...
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- ashkanOo
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Re: the poems.....
by shell...
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Re: the poems.....
I love you, you love me
I hate you, but you love me
I see you , you love me
I talk to you, you love me
I.......... you love me....
my god.....
I hate you, but you love me
I see you , you love me
I talk to you, you love me
I.......... you love me....
my god.....
an astronomer بودم -_-
Re: the poems.....
Weep not fpr roads untravelled
Weep not for paths left alone
Cause beyond every bend,is a long blinding end
It's the worst kind of pain I've known
Roads Untravelled -linkin Park
Weep not for paths left alone
Cause beyond every bend,is a long blinding end
It's the worst kind of pain I've known
Roads Untravelled -linkin Park