[PART #1 : "Yâr Golom" Persian old folklore song]
Dokhtare Boyerahmadi
noomet nadânom yâr golom [2]
Biâ berim khooneye khomoon,
khooneye khotoon ey yâr golom [2]
Translation :
Girl from BoyerAhmad(*) ! I don't know your name, My dear
Let's come back to our home
Let's come back to your home, My Dear !
NOTE:
(*) BoyerAhmad is a city in Iran (Lorestan province)
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[PART #2 : "Sense of Touch" sung by Carol Ensley - lyrics are from an old Welsh song called "Lisa Lan"]
b** yn dy gusanu Lisa gêl
Yr oedd dy gwmni'n well na'r mêl.
Do lawer awr mewn mwynder maith
Bûm yn dy garu lawer gwaith
b** yn dy gusanu Lisa gêl
Yr oedd dy gwmni'n well na'r mêl.
Do lawer awr mewn mwynder maith
Bûm yn dy garu lawer gwaith
Daw hiraeth mawr am Lisa Lân.
Translation :
Full many a time I came to woo,
Oft, Lisa came a courting you;
I kissed your lips when we did meet,
No honey every was so sweet.
My dainty branch, my only dear,
No woman comes your beauty near;
'Tis you who with my passion play,
'Tis you who steals my life away.
When'er at eve I walk apart,
Like wax will melt my lovesick heart;
And but to hear the small birds sing,
The longing to my soul will bring.
Ah, will you come to bid good-bye,
When in the earth my form must lie?
I hope you too will there be found,
When men shall lay me in the ground.
Dokhtare Boyerahmadi
noomet nadânom yâr golom [2]
Biâ berim khooneye khomoon,
khooneye khotoon ey yâr golom [2]
Translation :
Girl from BoyerAhmad(*) ! I don't know your name, My dear
Let's come back to our home
Let's come back to your home, My Dear !
NOTE:
(*) BoyerAhmad is a city in Iran (Lorestan province)
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[PART #2 : "Sense of Touch" sung by Carol Ensley - lyrics are from an old Welsh song called "Lisa Lan"]
b** yn dy gusanu Lisa gêl
Yr oedd dy gwmni'n well na'r mêl.
Do lawer awr mewn mwynder maith
Bûm yn dy garu lawer gwaith
b** yn dy gusanu Lisa gêl
Yr oedd dy gwmni'n well na'r mêl.
Do lawer awr mewn mwynder maith
Bûm yn dy garu lawer gwaith
Daw hiraeth mawr am Lisa Lân.
Translation :
Full many a time I came to woo,
Oft, Lisa came a courting you;
I kissed your lips when we did meet,
No honey every was so sweet.
My dainty branch, my only dear,
No woman comes your beauty near;
'Tis you who with my passion play,
'Tis you who steals my life away.
When'er at eve I walk apart,
Like wax will melt my lovesick heart;
And but to hear the small birds sing,
The longing to my soul will bring.
Ah, will you come to bid good-bye,
When in the earth my form must lie?
I hope you too will there be found,
When men shall lay me in the ground.