Niyaz - Sosin(English Subtitle)

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LA MULTI ANI!

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Nichita Stanescu - Cantec Fara Raspuns

De ce te-oi fi iubind, femeie visatoare,
care mi te-ncolacesti ca un fum, ca o vita-de-vie
în jurul pieptului, în jurul tâmplelor,
mereu frageda, mereu unduitoare?

De ce te-oi fi iubind, femeie gingasa
ca firul de iarba ce taie în doua
luna varateca, azvârlind-o în ape,
despartita de ea însasi
ca doi îndragostiti dupa îmbratisare?…

De ce te-oi fi iubind, ochi melancolic,
soare caprui rasarindu-mi peste umar,
tragând dupa el un cer de miresme
cu nouri subtiri, fara umbra?

De ce te-oi fi iubind, ora de neuitat,
care-n loc de sunete
goneste-n jurul inimii mele
o herghelie de mânji cu coame rebele?

De ce te-oi fi iubind, iubire,
vârtej de-anotimpuri colorând un cer
(totdeauna altul, totdeauna aproape)
ca o frunza cazând. Ca o rasuflare-aburita de ger.


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Azam Ali - Abode(Home) (English Subtitle)

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Azam Ali - From Heaven to Dust!

The leaves tell
Of the flower's death
Of the hours spent
In this graveyard
No one tending to its pain
No one tending to its shame

Your eyes tell
Of a star's death
Its house drained
Of old memories
Of the night holding within its claim
The light pending to pay its debt

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Azam Ali - Abode

AZAM ALI ABODE LYRICS

هنوز روی درختا فقط جای کلاغه
Still, on the boughs of the trees, there are only crows (Crow- Symbol of misfortune)

گلا پرپرن ای وای
Ah, The flowers are withered

یه دیوونه تو باغه
There is a madman in the garden

دلم یک گل آتیش
My heart is like a goblet of fire

تنم کورهء داغه
My body is like a stove (burns so bad)

ولی تو همه دنیا دریغ از یک چراغه
But there is not even a light in the whole world

دریغ از یک چراغه , دریغ از یک چراغه
There is not even a light, there is not even a light

از اون گوشه دنیا به این گوشه رسیدم
I came from the other side of the world to this place (it reminds Persian people the migration of artists to USA after Revolution in Iran in 1979)

نگین دنیا قشنگه, قشنگی شو ندیدم
Don't tell me the world is beautiful, I don't see that

هنوز غم تو وجودم, عذاب سینه سوزه
Still, there is sorrow in my heart, it is a strong torment

نگین گریه رو بس کن
Don't tell me not to cry

نگین دنیا دو روزه
Don't tell me life is short

نگین دنیا دو روزه
Don't tell me life is short

نگین دنیا دو روزه
Don't tell me life is short

کدوم ناله شب گیر, کدوم ورد شبونه
Which nocturnal mourn, Which nightly summon

کدوم طلسم و جادو, دعای عاشقونه
Which spell and magic, Which romantic prayer

از این گوشه دنیا به اون گوشه دنیا
منو به آشیونه به یارم میرسونه
Take me to my home, to my beloved
From this side of the world to that side (refer to poet's home country)

به یارم میرسونه , به یارم میرسونه
Take me to my beloved, take me to my beloved

کدوم جاده کدوم راه
Which way, Which road

کدوم اشک و کدوم آه
Which tear, Which moan

کدوم ابر و کدوم اوج
Which cloud and which zenith

کدوم موج و کدوم ماه
Which tide and which moon

از این گوشه دنیا به اون گوشه دنیا
منو به آشیونه به یارم میرسونه
Take me to my home, to my beloved
From this side of the world to that side (refer to poet's home country)

به یارم میرسونه , به یارم میرسونه
Take me to my beloved, take me to my beloved

هنوز قافلهء عشق به منزل نرسیده
Still, convoy of love doesn't reach it's destination (means that there is a separation between the lover and the beloved)

غریقیم و صدامون به ساحل نرسیده
We are drown and our voice doesn't reach the shore

به ساحل نرسیده
Doesn't reach the shore

هنوز اشک تو چشمام
Still, there are tears in my eyes

نگام خیره به راهه
and I gaze at the road (for seeing the beloved one)

نه آفتاب و نه مهتاب
There is no sun here, no moon

چقدر دنیا سیاهه , چقدر دنیا سیاهه
How dark the world is, How dark the world is

کدوم جاده کدوم راه
Which way, Which road

کدوم اشک و کدوم آه
Which tear, Which moan

کدوم ابرو کدوم اوج
Which cloud and which zenith

کدوم موج و کدوم ماه
Which tide and which moon

از این گوشه دنیا به اون گوشه دنیا
منو به آشیونه به یارم میرسونه
Take me to my home, to my beloved
From this side of the world to that side (refer to poet's home country)

به یارم میرسونه , به یارم میرسونه
Take me to my beloved, take me to my beloved

به یارم میرسونه
Take me to my beloved


Language: Farsi
Translations: Veryclever1980 at http://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/persian-lyrics-translation/67207-translated-hayedeh-ashiyune-or-azam-ali-abode.html

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VAS-Samaya-Georgian Dance

Samaya, a dance for three women, originally considered to be from the pre-christian era, celebrates a wedding feast. The dance honors King Tamar, the woman king of Georgia's golden age in the 12th-13th Centuries. The women are thought to represent the three muses of Art, Poetry and Music as shown in an ancient fresco in a famous cathedral in Mtskheta /Georgia/.


King Tamar was the king of the United Kingdom of Georgia in 12th-13th centuries and was the first woman king in Georgias history. There are only four frescos that keep the much-revered image of King Tamar. Simon Virsaladze based the costumes of Samaia on the Kings clothing on those frescos.

In addition, the trinity idea in the dance represents King Tamar as a young princess, a wise mother and the powerful king. All these three images are united in one harmonious picture. Moreover, the simple but soft and graceful movements create an atmosphere of beauty, glory and power that surrounded the Kings reign.


The choreography is both monumental and subdued. The dancers' hands silently express the ultimate fluidity found in the three faces.
Dance is performed by The Georgian National Ballet The founders' son Tengiz Sukhishvili is the Artistic Director and General manager of The Georgian National Ballet.

The Georgian National Ballet was founded by Iliko Sukhishvili and Nino Ramishvili in 1945 and was initially named as The Georgian State Dance Company 'SUKHISHVILEBI'.


Song is performed by band VAS, track: Samaya.

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FRUMUSETE PERSANA

Niyaz 'The Hunt '

In sfirsit am gasit pe blogul afazicului cuvintele de la THE HUNT by NYAZ. Enjoy!

Here's a beautiful Persian song performed by Azam Ali with the group Niyaz. The song is a dialogue between two hunters. One proposes the hunting of rabbits, deer, pigeons and pheasants, and the other says no to the killing, because the animals remind him of his beloved. (The second bloke doesn't sound much of a hunter, really.) Many thanks to Emma for furnishing us with the translation and the Persian lyrics, and sincerest apologies to her for the mix-up over attribution.



Let's go to the field.
Which field?
The same that has rabbits, oh yes.
And my dog has a rope on its foot, oh yes.
Don't kill my dog nor my rabbits,
For the dream of the rabbit reminds me of the dream of my lover, oh yes.

Let's go to the mountain.
Which mountain?
The same that has deer, oh yes.
And my dog has a rope on its foot, oh yes.
Don't kill my dog, nor my rabbit, nor my deer,
For the grace of my deer reminds me of the grace of my lover, oh yes.

Let's go to the garden.
Which garden?
The same that has pheasants, oh yes.
And my dog has a rope on its foot, oh yes.
Don't kill my dog, nor my rabbit, nor my deer, nor my pheasants,
For the amble of the pheasant reminds me of the amble of my lover, oh yes.

Let's go to the well.
Which well?
The same that has pigeons, oh yes.
And my dog has a rope on its foot, oh yes.
Don't kill my dog, nor my rabbits, nor my deer, nor my pheasants,nor my pigeons,
For the flight of the pigeon reminds me of the flight of my lover, oh yes.

Let's go to the mountains.
Which mountains?
The same that have eagles, oh yes.
And my dog has a rope on its foot, oh yes.
Don't kill my dog, nor my rabbit, nor my deer, nor my pheasants, nor my pigeons, nor my eagles,
For the clutch of the eagle reminds me of the clutch of my lover, oh yes.

Biyâ berim dasht,
Kodum dasht?
Hamun dashti ke khargush-na dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb be pâyash tâb dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb-râ mazan, khargush-e dashtom râ mazan
Khâb-e khargush be khâb-e yâr mimunad, bale
Khâb-e khargush be khâb-e yâr mimunad, bale

Biyâ berim kuh,
Kodum kuh?
Hamun dashti ke âhu-na dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb be pâyash tâb dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb-râ magir, khargush-e dashtom râ magir, âhu-e kuhom râ magir
Khâl-e âhu be khâl-e yâr mimunad, bale
Khâl-e âhu be khâl-e yâr mimunad, bale

Biyâ berim bâgh,
Kodum bâgh?
Hamun bâghi ke qomri-ta dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb be pâyash tâb dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb-râ magir, khargush-e dashtom râ magir, âhu-e kuhom râ magir, qomri-e bâghom râ magir
Charkh-e âhu be charkh-e yâr mimunad, bale
Charkh-e âhu be charkh-e yâr mimunad, bale

Biyâ berim châh,
Kodum châh?
Hamun châhi ke koftar-na dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb be pâyash tâb dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb-râ magir, khargush-e dashtom râ magir, âhu-e kuhom râ magir, qomri-e bâghom râ magir, koftar-e châhom râ magir
Tâb-e âhu be tâb-e yâr mimunad, bale
Tâb-e âhu be tâb-e yâr mimunad, bale

Biyâ berim kuh,
Kodum kuh?
Hamun kuhi ke oghâb-na dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb be pâyash tâb dâre, ây bale
Bacche sayyâb-râ magir, khargush-e dashtom râ magir, âhu-e kuhom râ magir, qomri-e bâghom râ magir, koftar-e châhom râ magir, oghâb-e kuhom râ magir
Chang-e oghab be chang-e yâr mimunad, bale
Chang-e oghab be chang-e yâr mimunad, bale

Read more: http://giaklamata.blogspot.com/2009/02/niyaz-hunt.html#ixzz10oO1icYi

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A DIFFERENT PLACE

Zidul Plingerii. Mormintul Sfint. Piata araba plina de arome si sunete. Muzica tare la 1 noaptea. Politia. Soldatii sexy. Drumul inconjurat de dealuri de calcar spre Yerushalayim shel zahav. Marea calda noaptea in care se reflecta stelele si avioanele.
Eu in a different place in which the bliss is attained by swimming through rivers of blood. Reversal of pain.



Forty one ways to die
One strong will to live
World's gone all awry
Faith is the battlefield

Tender, I feel
And the wheels turn
To fortify a design of free will

Forty one ways to die
One strong pain to feel
Strapped to a suicide
With just one more place to be

Tender, I feel
And the wheels turn
To fortify a design of free will

We test, we form, we fear, we tilt
We strive, we fall, we want, we kill
And we hail, and we doubt
And with all waisted
We heal, and we call
We atone kneeled here
And will stray fortified
In a windfall

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