روزگار غریبیست نازنین
دهانت را میبویند مبادا گفته باشی دوستت دارم دوستت دارم
دلت را میبویند دلت را میبویند مبادا شعله ای در آن نهان باشد
روزگار غریبیست روزگار غریبیست نازنین
روزگار غریبیست نازنین آن که بر در میکوبد شباهنگام
به کشتن چراغ آمده است
نور را در پستوی خانه نهان باید کرد
به اندیشیدن خطر مکن
خدای را در پستوی خانه نهان باید کرد
روزگار غریبیست روزگار غریبیست نازنین
نمانده در دلم دگر توان دوری
چه سود از این سکوت و آه از این صبوری
تو ای طلوع آرزوی خفته بر باد
بخوان مرا تو ای امید رفته از یاد
نمانده در دلم دگر توان دوری
چه سود از این سکوت و آه از این صبوری
تو ای طلوع آرزوی خفته بر باد
بخوان مرا تو ای امید رفته از یاد
نمانده در دلم دگر توان دوری
چه سود از این سکوت و آه از این صبوری
تو ای طلوع آرزوی خفته بر باد
بخوان مرا تو ای امید رفته از یاد
The days are strange, my dear
They smell your mouth, lest you say I love you, I love you
They smell your heart, lest there be a flame hidden in it
The days are strange, the days are strange, my dear
The days are strange, my dear The one who knocks on the door at night
He has come to kill the lamp
The light must be hidden in the cloak of the house
Do not risk thinking
God must be hidden in the cloak of the house
The days are strange, the days are strange, my dear
There is no more power left in my heart to stay away
What is the use of this silence and oh, this patience? You, the dawn of a dream that has fallen asleep on the wind
Call me, you, the hope that has gone from memory
The days are strange, my dear
What is the use of this silence and oh, this patience? You, the dawn of a dream that has fallen asleep on the wind
Call me, you, the hope that has gone from memory
The days are strange, my dear
What is the use of this silence and oh, this patience? You, the dawn of a dream that has fallen asleep on the wind
Call me, you, the hope that has gone from memory
They smell your mouth, lest you say I love you, I love you
They smell your heart, lest there be a flame hidden in it
The days are strange, the days are strange, my dear
The days are strange, my dear The one who knocks on the door at night
He has come to kill the lamp
The light must be hidden in the cloak of the house
Do not risk thinking
God must be hidden in the cloak of the house
The days are strange, the days are strange, my dear
There is no more power left in my heart to stay away
What is the use of this silence and oh, this patience? You, the dawn of a dream that has fallen asleep on the wind
Call me, you, the hope that has gone from memory
The days are strange, my dear
What is the use of this silence and oh, this patience? You, the dawn of a dream that has fallen asleep on the wind
Call me, you, the hope that has gone from memory
The days are strange, my dear
What is the use of this silence and oh, this patience? You, the dawn of a dream that has fallen asleep on the wind
Call me, you, the hope that has gone from memory
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