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The Wind Will Carry Us

In my night, so brief, alas
The wind is about to meet the leaves.
My night so brief is filled with devastating anguish
Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?
This happiness feels foreign to me.
I am accustomed to despair.
Hark! Do you hear the whisper of the shadows?
There, in the night, something is happening
The moon is red and anxious.
And, clinging to this roof
That could collapse at any moment,
The clouds, like a crowd of mourning women,
Await the birth of the rain.
One second, and then nothing.
Behind this window,
The night trembles
And the earth stops spinning.
Behind this window, a stranger
Worries about me and you.
You in your greenery,
Lay your hands – those burning memories –
On my loving hands.
And entrust your lips, replete with life's warmth,
To the touch of my loving lips
The wind will carry us!
The wind will carry us!

The best thing is arriving to a glance derived from a love accident

در کوچه باد می اید
این ابتدای ویرانیست
آن روز هم که دست های تو ویران شدند باد می آمد

من از شب حرف می زنم
من از نهایت تاریکی و از نهایت شب حرف می زنم
اگر به خانه من آمدی برای من ای مهربان چراغ بیاور و یک دریچه که از آن به ازدحام کوچه خوشبخت بنگرم

My whole being is a dark chant
that will carry you perpetuating you
to the dawn of eternal growths and blossomings
in this chant I sighed you, oh
in this chant,
I grafted you to the tree, to the water, to the fire.