نیمهی گمشدهی من، چه کسی میتونه باشه؟
My missing half, who could it be?
واسه روح تشنهی من، همیشه دیوونه باشه
Who would be crazy, for my thirsty soul
کسی که هر کلامش، طلوعی تازه باشه
Someone whose every word, would be a new dawn
غم و تنهایی ما به یک اندازه باشه
The amount of our sadness and solitude, would be the same
اون کسی که خواستن او، با همه فرق داشته باشه
Someone that craving for them, would be different from anybody else
هرچی که از او بخونم، شعر تکراری نباشه
No matter how much I sing about them, no poem would be repetitive
کسی که برای خوندن، نشسته تو سینهی من
Someone who would reside in my heart for me to sing
نفسهاش هوای عشقه، سکوتش صدای عشقه
Their breaths would be the air of love, their silence would be the voice of love
اون که از نهایت عشق، منو با اسمم بخونه
Someone who — with infinite love — would call me by my name
منو جزئی از وجودش یا خود خودش بدونه
Who would think of me as a part of them, or [entirely] as themselves
اون که گم شده از آغاز تا که من تنها بمونم
Someone who has been missing from the beginning so that I get lonely
جادهی جستجوهامو تا قیامت بکشونم
So that I drag my searching road along to the doomsday
کسی که همیشه عاشق، مث من دیوونه باشه
Someone, always in love, who is deranged like me
تو دنیا اگه نباشه، تو آینه میتونه باشه
If they are not in this world, they could be found in the mirror
کسی که هر کلامش طلوعی تازه باشه
Someone whose every word, would be a new dawn
غم و تنهایی ما به یک اندازه باشه
The amount of our sadness and solitude, would be the same
اون که از نهایت عشق، منو با اسمم بخونه
Someone who — with infinite love — would call me by my name
منو جزئی از وجودش یا خود خودش بدونه
Who would think of me as a part of them, or as themselves
اون که گم شده از آغاز تا که من تنها بمونم
Someone who has been missing from the beginning so that I get lonely
جادهی جستجوهامو تا قیامت بکشونم
So that I drag my searching road along to the doomsday
کسی که همیشه عاشق، مث من دیوونه باشه
Someone, always in love, who is deranged like me
تو دنیا اگه نباشه، تو آینه میتونه باشه
If they are not in this world, they could be found in the mirror
کسی که هر کلامش طلوعی تازه باشه
Someone whose every word, would be a new dawn
غم و تنهایی ما به یک اندازه باشه
The amount of our sadness and solitude, would be the same