بنا به خواست آقا مهدی گل که خواسته بودند از اردلان سرافراز و چندی دیگر از شعرا بیشتر ترانه بگذارم.
چه باید کرد
شاعر: اردلان سرافراز
با صدای ابی
بهار اومد
با صدای منصور
سلام.
به سفارش امید علی پروین
مرد تنها
ترانه سرا : شهیار قنبری
با صدای فرهاد
با صدای بی صدا
مثل یک کوه بلند
مثل یک خواب کوتاه
یه مرد بود یه مرد
با دستهای فقیر
با چشمهای محروم
با پاهای خسته
یه مرد بود یه مرد
شب با تابوت سیاه
نشست توی چشمهاش
خاموش شد ستاره
افتاد روی خاک
سایه ش هم نمیموند
هرگز پشت سرش
غمگین بود و خسته
تنهای تنها
با لبهای تشنه
به عکس یک چشمه
نرسید تا ببینه
قطره, قطره, قطره ی آب, قطره ی آب
در شب بی طپش, این طرف اون طرف
می افتاد تا بشنوه صدا, صدا, صدای پا, صدای پا
صدای پا
Sting
Shape of My Heart
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect
He deals the crads to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden loaw of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not The Shape of My Heart ...s