Hey! Hey! You! You! هي،هي، تو،تو I don’t like your girlfriend! از دوست دخترت خوشم نمياد That's Right! No way! No way! درسته، به هيچ وجه، به هبچ وجه I think you need a new one فکر کنم يه جديدش رو نياز داري Hey! Hey! You! You! هي،هي، تو،تو I could be your girlfriend من ميتونم دوست دخترت بشم Hey! Hey! You! You! هي،هي، تو،تو I know that you like me ميدونم که از من خوشت مياد No way! No way! به هيچ وجه، به هبچ وجه You know it’s not a secret ميدوني که اين يه راز نيست Hey! Hey! You! You! هي،هي، تو،تو I want to be your girlfriend ميخوام دوست دختر تو بشم You’re so fine تو خيلي باحالي I want you mine تورو واسه خودم ميخوام You’re so delicious تو خيلي جيگري I think about ya all the time همش بهت فکر ميکنم You’re so addictive تو اعتياد آوري Don’t you know what I could do to make you feel alright? نميدوني که من مي تونم يه کاري کنم که حالتو بهتر کنم؟! Don’t pretend I think you know I’m damn precious سعي نکن وانمود کني که نيستم خودت ميدوني که من خيلي با ارزشم And Hell Yeah آره I’m the motherfucking princess من يه پرنسس بيشرفم I can tell you like me too and you know I’m right ميتونم بهت بگم که ازم خوشت مياد، و ميدوني که راست ميگم! [Bridge:] She’s like so whatever اون دختره مثل يه. . .ولش کن And you could do so much better و تو ميتونستي بهترش رو پيدا کني I think we should get together now فکر کنم حالا وقتشه که با هم باشيم And that’s what everyone’s talking about! و اين چيزيه که همه دارن راجع بهش صحبت مي کنن Hey! Hey! You! You! هي،هي، تو،تو I don’t like your girlfriend! از دوست دخترت خوشم نمياد That's Right! No way! No way! درسته، به هيچ وجه، به هبچ وجه I think you need a new one فکر کنم يه جديدش رو نياز داري Hey! Hey! You! You! هي،هي، تو،تو I could be your girlfriend من ميتونم دوست دخترت بشم Hey! Hey! You! You! هي،هي، تو،تو I know that you like me ميدونم که از من خوشت مياد No way! No way! به هيچ وجه، به هبچ وجه You know it’s not a secret ميدوني که اين يه راز نيست Hey! Hey! You! You! هي،هي، تو،تو I want to be your girlfriend ميخوام دوست دختر تو بشم [Verse 2] I can see the way, I see the way you look at me مي بينم که چطوري به من نگاه مي کني And even when you look away I know you think of me ميدونم وقتي به من نگاه نميکني هم داري به من فکر مي کني I know you talk about me all the time again and again ميدونم همش داري راجع به من حرف مي زني So come over here, tell me what I want to hear پس بيا اينجا و چيزايي رو که دوست دارم بشنوم رو بگو Better yet make your girlfriend disappear بهتره اون دوست دخترت بزنه به چاک I don’t want to hear you say her name ever again نميخوام يه بار ديگه هم اسمشو به زبون بياري (And again and again and again!) Hey! Hey! You! You! هي،هي، تو،تو I know that you like me ميدونم که از من خوشت مياد No way! No way! به هيچ وجه، به هبچ وجه You know it’s not a secret ميدوني که اين يه راز نيست Hey! Hey! You! You! هي،هي، تو،تو I want to be your girlfriend ميخوام دوست دختر تو بشم In a second you’ll be wrapped around my finger با يه اشاره من تسليم من ميشي Cause I can, cause I can do it better چون من ميتونم اين کار رو بهتر از اون انجام بدم There’s no other هيچ کس نيست So when's it gonna sink in? پس کي ميخواي اين چيزا رو بفهمي؟ She’s so stupid اون دوست دخترت اسگله What the hell were you thinking?! تو اون کله پوکت به چي داشتي فکر مي کني؟!
WILLIAM BLAKE BIOGRAPHY William Blake (1757-1827). Born in London to an obscure family, Blake was educated at home until he was ten, then enrolled in a drawing school, advancing ultimately to a formal apprenticeship as an engraver. At an early age, Blake exhibited talent as both an artist and a poet, and throughout his life read widely among modern philosophers and poets. Throughout his life, he experienced mystical visions that provided him with the inspiration for many of his poems. Blake devised a process he called illuminated printing, which involved the preparation of drawings and decorative frames to complement his poems. He published Songs of Innocence (1789) and Songs of Experience (1794) in this fashion. These books, as well as the many subsequent works he wrote and illustrated, earned him a reputation as one of the most important artists of his day. Many of Blake's works assert his conviction that the established church and state hinder rather than nurture human freedom and the sense of divine love
اشعار برگزیده ای از کتاب زیر تقدیم می گردد: SONGS OF EXPERIENCE Introduction Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsed Soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might controll The starry pole, And fallen, fallen light renew! ``O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumberous mass. ``Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The wat'ry shore, Is giv'n thee till the break of day.'' Earth's Answer Earth raised up her head From the darkness dread & drear. Her light fled, Stony dread! And her locks cover'd with grey despair. ``Prison'd on wat'ry shore, Starry Jealousy does keep my den: Cold and hoar, Weeping o'er, I hear the father of the ancient men. ``Selfish father of men! Cruel, jealous, selfish fear! Can delight, Chain'd in night, The virgins of youth and morning bear? ``Does spring hide its joy When buds and blossoms grow? Does the sower Sow by night, Or the plowman in darkness plow? ``Break this heavy chain That does freeze my bones around. Selfish! vain! Eternal bane! That free Love with bondage bound.''
The Clod and the Pebble ``Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.'' So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattle's feet, But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: ``Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to Its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite
Holy Thursday Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduc'd to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! And their sun does never shine, And their fields are bleak & bare, And their ways are fill'd with thorns: It is eternal winter there. For where-e'er the sun does shine, And were-e'er the rain does fall, Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.
The Little Girl Lost In futurity I prophetic see That the earth from sleep (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her maker meek; And in the desart wild Become a garden mild In the southern clime, Where the summer's prime Never fades away, Lovely Lyca lay. Seven summers old Lovely Lyca told; She had wander'd long Hearing wild birds' song. ``Sweet sleep, come to me Underneath this tree. Do father, mother weep, Where can Lyca sleep? ``Lost in desart wild Is your little child. How can Lyca sleep If her mother weep? ``If her heart does ake Then let Lyca wake; If my mother sleep, Lyca shall not weep. ``Frowning, frowning night, O'er this desart bright Let thy moon arise While I close my eyes.'' Sleeping Lyca lay While the beasts of prey, Come from caverns deep, View'd the maid asleep. The kingly lion stood And the virgin view'd, Then he gamboll'd round O'er the hollow'd ground. Leopards, tygers, play Round her as she lay, While the lion old Bow'd his mane of gold. And her bosom lick, And upon her neck From his eyes of flame Ruby tears there came; While the lioness Loos'd her slender dress, And naked they convey'd To caves the sleeping maid.
The Little Girl Found All the night in woe Lyca's parents go Over vallies deep, While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan, Arm in arm seven days They trac'd the desart ways. Seven nights they sleep Among the shadows deep, And dream they see their child Starv'd in desart wild. Pale, thro' pathless ways The fancied image strays Famish'd, weeping, weak, With hollow piteous shriek. Rising from unrest, The trembling woman prest With feet of weary woe: She could no further go. In his arms he bore Her, arm's with sorrow sore; Till before their way A couching lion lay. Turning back was vain: Soon his heavy mane Bore them to the ground. Then he stalk'd around, Smelling to his prey; But their fears allay When he licks their hands, And silent by them stands. They look upon his eyes Fill'd with deep surprise, And wondering behold A spirit arm'd in gold. On his head a crown, On his shoulders down Flow'd his golden hair. Gone was all their care. ``Follow me,'' he said; ``Weep not for the maid; In my palace deep Lyca lies asleep.'' Then they followed Where the vision led, And saw their sleeping child Among the tygers wild. To this day they dwell In a lonely dell; Nor fear the wolvish howl Nor the lion's growl.
The Chimney Sweep A little black thing among the snow, Crying ``'weep! 'weep!'' in notes of woe! ``Where are thy father & mother? say?'' ``They are both gone up to the church to pray. ``Because I was happy upon the heath, And smil'd among the winter's snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe. ``And because I am happy & dance & sing, They think they have done me no injury, And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King, Who make up a heaven of our misery.''
Nurse's Song When the voices of children are heard on the green And whisp'rings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Your spring & your day are wasted in play, And your winter and night in disguise.
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy
