Lyrics
Part of lyrics of Not an illusion – this page will be completed soon
Entezar by Shahab Lavassani :
Anticipation is over,
Communication begins
Tomorrow belongs to us, Tomorrow of the green love
Only belongs to us
Don't be afraid of bigness of the night
It’s ashamed of you
It only you who is left with me in this lonely land
You are the only one singing in this silence
Eyes full of Hope
Eyes full of expectation
Open your mouth and say
What is in front of us
Eyes full of Hope
Eyes full of expectation
Open your mouth and say
What is in front of us
Dariche by Mehdi Aakhavansales :
Life is the mirror of heaven
Alas
It is just too short
As short of the first night of summer or the first night of winter
Dive daroon (inside monster) by Arash Ramezanzade:
Go away my inside monster
What do you want from me
You won’t be superior to me….
Geographical determinism by Mohsen Namjoo
The fact that you’re born in Asia
It’s called geographical determinism
The fact that you’re hanging up side down
Your part is cigarette and tea
O’ great lord
When are you thinking?
When are you gonna care for us?
The fact that you’re born in Asia
It’s called geographical determinism
The fact that you’re hanging up side down
Your part is cigarette and tea
Desert by Ahmad Shamlu written in 1953 (The end title song of Not an illusion)
Mist has blanketed the desert, all over.
The village lights are hidden.
A warm wave pulsates through the desert arteries.
The desert
Weary tightlipped
Breathless
Slowly perspires from every pore in the delirium of the mist.
"- Mist has blanketed the desert," (says the passerby to himself.)"The village dogs are quiet."
"Hidden in a dervish cloak of mist, I'll reach home."
"Gol Ku doesn't know.”
She will see me suddenly at the threshold,
In her eye a tear, on her lips a smile,
She will say:
"Mist has blanketed the desert, all over …
I figured if the mist remained like this till day,
Bold men would return from hiding places to dear ones."
Mist has blanketed the desert, all over.
The village lights are hidden.
A warm wave pulsates through the desert arteries.
The desert weary tightlipped breathless slowly perspires from every pore in the delirium of the mist.