Oh, mother, come save me
I lost the mind you gave me
It's howling at the wind
These voices in my dreams
They're calling out again
Oh, father, please hear me
It's hard to see things clearly
Now these clouds are closing in
When they're forming in my skin
I feel them closing in

How'd we end up here?
How'd we get so lost?
How'd we end up here?
How'd we get so lost?

Oh, lover, forgive me
My fickle heart is twisted in
It's turning in the wind
Well, I'm trying to reel it in
It's failing me again
You see I bought a ticket for a one way train
And I don't know if I'll return again
'Cause I traded in my friends
For a world I've never seen
For a place I've never been

How'd we end up here?
How'd we get so lost?
How'd we end up here?
How'd we get so lost?

My-my-my-my
My-my-my-my
My-my-my-my
My-my-my-my
My-my-my

How'd we end up here?
How'd we get so lost?
How'd we end up here?
How'd we get so lost?

If my heart wants the wind
I lift you up again
If my heart wants the wind
I lift you up again

How'd We End Up Here

Mark Wilkinson - How'd We End Up Here

ترجمه انگلیسی شعر

The Mother

They came,
They all here,
As soon as they heard the scream
She's gonna die, the Mother

They came
They came here,
Even from the south of Italy
There is even Giorgio, the cursed son
With arms full of presents

Kids all play in silence
Around the bed or on the floor
Even their games dont have any importance
It's a little bit their lasts presents
to the mother, to the Mother

We warm her with kisses
We put her pillows up
she's gonna die, the Mother
Virgin Mary, full of grace
who as her statue on the bedroom
Of course you open you arms to her
Singing the Ave Maria
Ave Maria...

There is so much love, memories
Around you, you the Mother
There is so much tears, and smiles
Trought you, you the Mother

And all men were so hot
on paths full of sun
She's gonna die, the Mother
They can go drink fresh the all new wine
The good wine of the good bottle
Whereas scarfs and hats are mixed on the bench

It's funny, we dont feel sad
Close of the big bed and of the affection,
there is even an oncle who plays guitar
Who plays, who plays being carefull
To the Mother, the Mother

And women had memories
About sad songs of the evenings
She's gonna die, the Mother
Slowly, eyes closed
Sing as we rock a baby
After a good day
For them to smile when they fall asleep
Ave Maria...

There is so much love, so much memories
Around you, you the Mother
There is so much tears and memories
Trought you, you the Mother
That never, ever, ever
You will leave us

La Mamma - Charles Aznavour

Photo: Young Charles Aznavour with his mother Knar (1920s)

مادر - ساخته شارل آزناوور

Désir by tallisker 🫧


لئونارد کوهن...با من برقص تا انتهای عشق

Leonard Cohen   Dance Me   With Persian Subtitle

Bella Ciao, Iran

پُلوشکا پُله یا (پالیوشکا پولیه) یک آهنگ خیلی معروف روسی است که به عنوان مارش نظامی در زمان شوروی سابق استفاده می شده.
آهنگساز این اثر لِو کنیپر از اقوام آنتون چخوف و از اعضای پلیس مخفی شوروی است که اتفاقا اثری با تم ایرانی با نام ردیف برای سازهای زهی هم در کارنامه خود دارد.
پُلوشکا پُله را به فارسی می توان مرغزار ترجمه کرد و در ایران هم این ملودی به همین نام مشهور است. اما در بعضی منابع فارسی، نام آهنگ به اشتباه قایقرانان ولگا ذکر شده که نام یک آهنگ دیگر روسی است. 

توضیحات و اطلاعات بیشتر و ترجمه شعر روی سایت:
http://www.iloverussia.ir/polyushko_polye/

Polyushko Polye - Melody

The Blue Storm, Where Love Is Waiting For YOU

Blue Storm

Halloween Christmas

After seeing the documentary I just couldn't help myself but to fall in love with this beautiful, soulful creature. I'm a fan. 

Back To Black - Amy Winehouse Cover

Sway (Originally By Dean Martin)

Listen to the pouring rain
Listen to it pour, 

Bella Ciao, Iran

Piroth Istvan