Shahrzad Sepanlou's new single "Osyan (Rebellion)" from the album "A Brief Pause" (Vaghfeye Kootah) which will be released in June 2014. 
Lyrics: Sanaz Zaresani
Music: Sasan Azodi
Buy this song at: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/rebellion-osyan-single/id875684629


Shahrzad Sepanlou Osyan (Rebellion)

Forbidden Lust (Shahvate Mamnoo) From Shahrzad Sepanlou's new (2014) album "A Brief Pause" 
آلبوم جدید شهرزاد سپانلو  وقفه ی کوتاه
Lyrics: Sanaz Zaresani
Music: Sasan Azodi
شعر از ساناز زارع ثانی با تضمینی از شعر"گناه" فروغ فرخزاد.

داره شب میشه و کم کم / تنم دلتنگه دستاته
رو پوستم جای پیراهن / هنوزم ردِ دستاته
هنوز تشنه ام مثل صحرا / چشام دنبال بارونه
تو اون گنجی که تو رویام / کسی جاشو نمیدونه
چشام میخنده بی وقفه / دلم آروم نمی مونه
زیر پوستم زنی داره / مدام این شعرو میخونه:
" گنه کردم گناهی پر ز لذت 
در آغوشی که گرم و آتشین بود
گنه کردم میان بازوانی
که داغ و کینه جوی و آهنین بود " 
صدات پنهون شده تو من / داره می رقصه تو رگهام
تو کاری کردی که یلدا / شده اسم همه شبهام 
نه از این شهوت ممنوع / نه از کابوس می ترسم
تو دریایی پر از آتش / برهنه ، گرم ، می رقصم
چشام میخنده بی وقفه / دلم آروم نمی مونه
زیر پوستم زنی داره / مدام این شعرو میخونه:
" گنه کردم گناهی پر ز لذت 
در آغوشی که گرم و آتشین بود
گنه کردم میان بازوانی
که داغ و کینه جوی و آهنین بود " 
مث ِ یک راز سر درگم / میخوام پنهون شی تو شعرام 
مثل سیاره ای مخفی / تو راه شیری خوابام
روی لبهام هنوز جای / تنفسهای تو مونده
تو عطر سیب سرخی که / تن حوا رو پوشونده
چشام میخنده بی وقفه / دلم آروم نمی مونه
زیر پوستم زنی داره / مدام این شعرو میخونه:
" گنه کردم گناهی پر ز لذت 
در آغوشی که گرم و آتشین بود
گنه کردم میان بازوانی
که داغ و کینه جوی و آهنین بود "
I sinned, a sin all filled with pleasure
 wrapped in an embraced, warm and fiery
 I sinned in a pair of arms
 that were vibrant, virile, violent.

Shahrzad Sepanlou شهوت ِ ممنوع  Forbidden Lust

The new release from Mah-e Manouche: Naechstes Jahr Freitag
If you like to support us please buy it:
Available on Itunes and Spotify:
https://itunes.apple.com/de/album/the-haven-of-the-moon/id822081493

``Nächstes Jahr Freitag``
Sanaz Zaresani: Vocals & lyrics
Sasan Azodi: Composition &Guitar manouche 
Heribert Leuchter: Saxophone
Mixing & Mastering: Sasan Azodi

Copyright ASUNAZ Records 2014
www.mahemanouche.com
 

" سال بعد جمعه "
شعر و آواز: سانا زارع ثانی 
آهنگساز و نوازنده گیتار : ساسان عضدی 
ساکسفون : هری برت لویشتر
میکس و مسترینگ : ساسان عضدی

سپیده سر زد ، کلاغه خندید رفت تو لونه اش بی خبر 
قصه تموم شد ، ما خوابمون برد کلاغه پر ، ما پرپر

سالها ، 
دویدیم و دویدیم /  سر کوهی رسیدیم /  دوتا عمامه دیدیم
بعدش 
  یکیش دزدید زما آب / یکیش قاپید زما نون / ما هی کفاره دادیم 

ببین چند ساله ، افتادیم تو گود با یه لنگه کهنه کفش
پامون سوراخ شد ، خر با پالونش عمری سوارمون شد 

والا
نه خر خواستیم نه پالون / نه لنگه کفش نعمت / تو این کهنه بیابون 
والا / نه پا داریم نه نایی / نه امید مدین چین / که خوش باشیم ارزون  


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Naechstes Jahr Freitag





                                             The tragedy of hope


                                                                                                                            Sasan Azodi

Heroes don't work here no more
I' m sorry I' m the only one left.
With a smile in her eyes she played with her hair 
Not even a little bit impressed

They all left for a greater cause
For the honour for the fame 
And I'm stuck  here cleaning tables
Putting the trash out in the rain

But if you're in need of a beautiful looser 
Someone who has a lot to regret
You'll find me on the road
chasing those little moments during dawn in which mistakes 
do not exist

She sipped on her drink without even
Getting her lips wet
A blank stare  an abandoned cigarette in front of her
There's so much we all have to forget

And then suddenly she turned her head
And said "you might not know this,
But heroes are very much  overrated
It's the broken ones  whom I miss"

But if you're in need of a beautiful looser 
Someone who has a lot to regret
You'll find me on the road
chasing those little moments during dawn in which mistakes 
do not exist


Finally i get lucky I thought,
maybe she's the one
I grabbed a bottle of Jack two clean  glasses 
turned my head and found her gone 

Almost two years have gone by
I'm still starring at this door
But any moment know she will be back i'm sure
I can almost smell the sho


The Tragedy Of Hope


                      In the shadow of Beaubourg


Down in the shadow at the end of the street, that's where we used to cool down far away from the heat. The whole town was our stage Beaubourg our living room, we lived fast we lived naked only witnessed by the moon.

Whores, bums and jugglers a few dogs and some crooks, we all crowded in a squat where we payed with our looks.
Six strings and three chords i played the subway line 3 drowned in smiles and small change the zoo attraction that was me.

Refrain:  
That was called Paris all your dreamers come aboard
That was called Paris the whole truth wrapped in an E minor chord

That was called Paris the tomorrow was never found
That was called Paris we were young sinners  on a holy ground


Busking for cash busking for the big dreams busking for beautiful girls or to silent the inner screams.
We entertain you pay the toll so you can rest assure that the abyss you see in our eyes can be cured.

Bridge:
At least we've tried
At least we've tried
At least some of us survived
At least we felt alive.

A few didn't made it through the drugs and the laws a few got lucky a few had to pay the costs
So Bill if you're still trying to make it out there  take this song as a shelter give my regards to Claire.

Refrain:
That was called Paris all your dreamers come aboard
That was called Paris the whole truth wrapped in an E minor chord

That was called Paris the tomorrow was never found
That was called Paris we were young sinners  on a holy ground


In The Shadow Of Beaubourg

Nobody is innocent but some are guiltier than others. This is for them, for us, for you, for me but foremost it is for all the people who tried to enter the fortress Europe and payed with their lives.  


‘’ Alan Kurdi ‘’


kırmızı balık kaç kaç
Denize güvenme kaç kaç
Kalbinde bana yer aç
Korküyorum!
(Swim faster und faster golden fish! 
Don’t trust in the sea anymore!
And give me a place in your heart, 
I’m scared!)
                      
Alan Kurdi, today we buried humanity                                         
Your little red shirt shows the colour of our shame

Alan Kurdi, your name will stand for the insanity
Of a society deaf blind and numb to the bone.
 
Enough is enough Europe
It's time to stand up Europe 
It's time that we pay for our sins

Enough is enough Europe
It's time to stand up Europe
It's time to tear down the fence

Alan Kurdi tonight we weep for your family
We weep for everybody who tried and payed with his life.

Alan Kurdi I will go down to the sea
And maybe in between two waves you can hear me scream

پشت دریا یه شهریه  
که قایقها رو می بلعه
با ماهیها تو جنگه 
پشت دریا یه شهریه 
که حالا دورشو دیوار کشیدن 

(Behind the sea is a city which swallows the boats and fights with the fish
Behind the sea is a city which is now surrounded by walls!)

kırmızı balık kaç kaç
Denize güvenme kaç kaç
Kalbinde bana yer aç
Korküyorum!

(Swim faster und faster golden fish! 
Don’t trust in the sea anymore!
And give me a place in your heart, 
I’m scared!)



Please share! Please stand up! Please help!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHebyMamj88&feature=share


Alan Kurdi

O gül Yüzün at Mah-e Manouche live in Kornelimünster

Khabe darya Mah-e Manouche live at Kornelimünster

Composition: Sasan Azodi
Lyrics: Sanaz Zaresani

Ejazeye Eghamat(Aufenthaltsgenehmigung) Mah-e Manouche live at Kornelimünster February 2017

" بانو"

آواز  : شهرزاد سپانلو
شعر و آواز : ساناز زارع ثانی
آهنگساز و نوازنده : ساسان عضدی
ساکسفون : هری برت لویشتر

" Lady "
Vocals : Shahrzad Sepanlou
Poem & 2nd vocals : Sanaz Zaresani
Composition & Guitar : Sasan Azodi
Saxophone : Heribert Leuchter
Recorded, mixed & mastered all on an Ipad: Sasan Azodi
Special thanks to Heribert Leuchter
and the team at Auria. (Guys you made the best DAW available on an Ipad)
Copyright ASUNAZ Records 2012



کدوم شعر نیما، تو رو گفته از نو؟! 
کدوم فال حافظ ، خبر داده از تو؟! 
کدوم فصل سردی، خدا مومنت شد؟
به اسمت قسم خورد،به اسم تو بانو! 
                         
پس از تو نوشتن ، یه کارهمیشه ست
تن شعرای نو، پر زخم و پینه ست
میگن وقتی رفتی، یه روز از زمین مَرد
میگن خیلی وقته، که سال کبیسه ست

تو فهمیده بودی، که بیماره باغچه
تو حس کرده بودی، که میمیره باغچه
ته باغ مرموز، تودستاتو کاشتی
شده پر زدستات، سراپای کوچه
تو روئین ترینی!، کسی بادلم گفت!
حضور عجیبت، دل شهرُ آشفت

هزار زن نشستن ، تو ایوون حرفات
دوصد مرد معصوم، توپرچین چشمات
توی آیه های، زمینیت خدایی
نشسته به سجده، تو محراب دستات
 
هنوزحرف داری، نشستی تو ایوون
صدات مونده تو باد، می پیچه هراسون
روی پوست شبها، میشه دستاتو دید
دو دست جوونت، تو قلب زمستون

رسیدی به اوجِ ، صدایی که انگار
زجنس ستاره ست، که مونده تو آوار
هزارقرن سنگی ، باید زیر رو شه
که ایمان بیارند به تو مهربان یار! 

"ساناز زارع ثانی"

ترجمه به انگلیسی: شهرزاد سپانلو
Which of Nima's poems, tells of you
Which of Hafiz's Prophecies, brings news of you
In which cold season did God become your worshipper?
And swore to your name my Lady?

Since your arrival, writing poetry is an ordinary task
The skin of modern poems is crumpled and wounded
They say that with your death, one day died too
And so is the reason for the leap year in the calendar

You knew that the garden was sick
You felt that the garden was dying
In this secret garden you planted your hands
And now the whole street is filled with your hands
You are the invulnerable someone whispered in my heart
Your mysterious presence, has confounded our dreams

Now thousands of women perch on the patio of your words
And hundreds of holy men hide behind the shield of your eyes
In your terrestrial verses, a God
Kneels down at the altar of your hands

You remain seated in the patio, still with so much to say
Your restless voice interwoven with the wind
The imprint of your fingers on the taut skin of the night
Two young hands buried in the heart of winter

You have reached the peak of a voice made of stardust
One that remains under rubble and ash
A thousand stone years must pass
Until they believe in you, my dear friend!

Khabe darya Mah-e Manouche live at Kornelimünster

Sasan Azodi

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