Yeki Nabood - Reza Yazdani

کاش یکی بود یکی نبود اول قصه ها نبود

اون که تو قصه مونده بود از اون یکی جدا نبود

کاش توی قصه های شب برق ستاره کم نبود

تو قصه جن و پری دلهره دم به دم نبود

سیاوش شاهنامه رو کاش کسی گردن نمی زد

کاش کسی توی قصه ها از عاشقی تن نمی زد

کاش داشاکل با زخم تیغ تو بسترش جون نمی داد

قصه نویس قصه مون رو با گریه پایون نمی داد

تقویم باغچه ما برگ بهار نداره

جاده قصه هامون اسب سوار نداره

شهر بزرگ قصه پنجره هاشو بسته

حتی تو دفتر مشق بابا انار نداره

کاش یکی بود یکی نبود اول قصه ها نبود

اون که تو قصه مونده بود از اون یکی جدا نبود

کاش توی قصه های شب برق ستاره کم نبود

تو قصه جن و پری دلهره دم به دم نبود

مادربزرگ قصه هاشو بالای تاقچه می ذاشت

یه عاشق تازه نفس تو شهر قصه پا می ذاشت

قصه های قدیمی رو یه جور تازه می نوشت

آدم و حوا رو می برد دوباره می ذاشت تو بهشت

تقویم باغچه ما برگ بهار نداره

جاده قصه هامون اسب سوار نداره

شهر بزرگ قصه پنجره هاشو بسته

حتی تو دفتر مشق بابا انار نداره

کاش یکی بود یکی نبود اول قصه ها نبود

I wish there was not one, not the first, not the stories

The one that was left in the story was not separate from that one

I wish the star's electricity was not lacking in the night stories

In the story of the fairy and the fairy, there was no panic

Siavash wished that no one would shake Shahnameh

I wish no one in love would give up on a lover

I wish Dashakel did not die with a razor wound in his bed

The storyteller did not end our story with tears

Our garden calendar has no spring leaves

Our story road does not have horsemen

The big city has closed its windows

He doesn't even have pomegranates in Baba's exercise book

I wish there was not one, not the first, not the stories

The one that was left in the story was not separate from that one

I wish the star's electricity was not lacking in the night stories

In the story of the fairy and the fairy, there was no panic

Grandmother used to tell her stories on the ledge

A new lover set foot in the city of fairy tales

He wrote old stories in a new way

He takes Adam and Eve and puts them back in heaven

Our garden calendar has no spring leaves

Our story road does not have horsemen

The big city has closed its windows

He doesn't even have pomegranates in Baba's exercise book

I wish there was not one, not the first, not the stories