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Berkant - Samanyolu

This song melts my heart. 

Turkish lyrics:
Sen kalbimin mehtabısın güneşisin
Sen ruhumun vazgeçilmez bir eşisin
Bir şarkısın sen ömür boyu sürecek
Dudaklarımdan yıllarca düşmeyecek

Ruhum senin kalbim senin ömrüm senin
Yıllar geçse ölmeyecek bende sevgin
Bir şarkısın sen ömür boyu sürecek
Dudaklarımdan yıllarca düşmeyecek

Uzaklara kaçıversek seninle biz
Birgün elbet göze gelir bu sevgimiz
Bir şarkısın sen ömür boyu sürecek
Dudaklarımdan yıllarca düşmeyecek

English translation:
You! You are the moonlight of my heart, the sun of my heart
You! You are the indispensable half of my soul
You are a song to last a lifetime,
That will not leave my lips for years

My soul is yours, my heart is yours, my life is yours
My love to you will never die even after years
You are a song to last a lifetime,
That will not leave my lips for years

Wish we could run far away, just you and me
An evil eye will surely touch our love someday here
You are a song to last a lifetime,
That will not leave my lips for years

به نرمی ابر به زلالی آب

کاش می شد دل‌هایمان نرم می‌شد

به نرمی ابر

و کاش می‌شد قلب‌هایمان صاف می‌شد

به زلالی آب

و ای کاش می‌شد تلخی رخت بر می‌بست و از میان ما می‌رفت

و آن‌قدر دور می‌شد که انگار هرگز نبوده‌است

جناب حافظ

بعد از مدت‌های مدید نشستم حافظ خوندم. به یاد روزهای نوجوانی... چقدر شعر می‌خوندم. چقدر شعر حفظ بودم.

بفرموده باشد که:

حریف عشق تو بودم چو ماه نو بودی

کنون که ماه تمامی نظر دریغ مدار

جهان و هرچه در او هست سهل و مختصرست

ز اهل معرفت این مختصر دریغ مدار

چقدر نوشتیم، چقدر خط زدیم

چقدر نوشتیم

چقدر خط زدیم

چقدر عاشق شدیم

و چه دل‌شکسته ایم هنوز در پس این سال‌ها

Love is so short; forgetting is so long.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

-Pablo Neruda

ترمیم زخم‌های کودکی

می گردم در گوشه گوشه‌های گمشده‌ی کودکی، در لابلای زخم های چرک کرده و متعفن اما رها شده. در پس ذهنم نگاه معصوم و غم انگیز پسرکی است که پر است از ترس و نگرانی. آی عزیز دل من، آمده ام از پس این همه سال تا بغلت کنم، تا دلداریت بدهم. دستت را به من بده،‌ بیا با هم قدم بزنیم و دردهایت را قسمت کنیم.

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