شاعر تمام شده - شاهین نجفی
Shaere Tamam Shodeh
Shahin Najafi - Single 2010
Music: Shahin Najafi
I look from sorrow to greater sorrow
I set out on my trip with a suitcase already soaked
I understood from the look of the raven who took flight
That in the forest fate is the man ax
Spun around from the most childish dreams
I continue to make love to your body
With every vein that throbs I feel the madness,
I'm all for that! In the midst of the flowing blood
With the last cry in my throat
The sound of feet hailing beyond the window.
You fall to sleep on a bed for one
To crush the last insect with your slippers on.
Your "never" should have been a question and written "which one?
With your hands you are in my last seizure
With weeping to make a man, Injurer, wise
Or reading poetry or a m corning without birches
With kisses you are in my dreams of the possible, something not seen in films, nor in the state of my furniture
A vision of pleasure, I am the floor under your body,
(with pleasure a vision that restrains my body)
I'm tired of all that philosophical talk
With tears in the center of poems- lucky stars
Drinking tea with folks afterwards
I swear it's all in my head!
This very poet is finished/ dried up.
I swear on this night and this poem I am scratchy
The second time I return to this accursed city
You listen to tasteless scientific discussions,
The second time I've returned to the safety of your bosom
To our final vision, to the nightmare before
Again I have returned for the last kiss