Ebi & Dariush - Noon o Panir o Sabzi

hello my dear persians , khoubin ? please i need the translation of this song :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qcBiBFD4m8

lyrics to the song :

نون و پنیر و هق هق سفره ی سرد عاشق
نون و پنیر و فندق رخت عزا تو صندوق

نون بیات و حلوا سوخته حریر دریا
نون و پنیرو گردو قصه ی شهر جادو

نون و پنیرو بادوم یه قصه ی نا تموم
نون و پنیرو سبزی تو بیش از این می ارزی

پای همه گلدسته ها دوباره اعدام صدا
دو باره مرگ گل سرخ دوباره ها دوباره ها

حریق سبز جنگلا به دست کبریت جنون
از کاشی های آبی مون سرزده فواره ی خون


قصه ی جادوگر بد که از کتابا می اومد
نشسته بر منبر خون عاشقا رو گردن می زد

کنار شهر آینه جنگل سبز شیشه بود
برای گیس گلابتون اون روز مث همیشه بود

پونه می ریخت تو دامنش تا مادرش چادر کنه
می رفت که از بوی علف تمام شهر و پر کنه

غافل از اینکه راهش رو جادوگر دزدیده بود
رو صورت خورشید خانوم خط سیاه کشیده بود

آهای آهای یکی بیاد یک شعر تازه تر بگه
برای گیس گلابتون از مرگ جادوگر بگه
از مرگ جادوگر بد که از کتابها می اومد

چشمای گیس گلابتون چیزی به جز شب نمی دید
هوا نبود، نفس نبود، قصه به آخر نرسید
قصه های مادربزرگ، آیینه خود منه
طلسم جادوگر باید، با دستای تو بشکنه

با دستای رفاقتت، تاریکی وحشت نداره
نوری که حرفه آخره، به قصمون پامیزاده
حیفه که شهر آیینه، سیاه بشه حروم بشه
قصه تو، قصه من، اینجوری ناتموم بشه

تا شعر گیس گلابتون یه شهر پر امید باشه
آیینه های تو به تو، هرکدومش خورشید باشه


thanks in advance

Noon o panir o hegh-hegh sofreye sarde aashegh ------------ Bread and cheese and sobs, a lover’s cold tablecloth
Noon o panir o fandogh, rakhte azaa tu sandogh ------------- Bread and cheese and hazelnut, mourning garment in the closet

Noone bayaat o halvaa, sookhte harire daryaa -------------- Stale bread and burnt halva, the sea’s silk has burnt
Noon o panir o gerdoo, ghesseye shahre jadoo --------------- Bread and cheese and walnut, the story of the magic city

Noon o panir o baadoom, ye ghesseye naatamoom ---------- Bread and cheese and almond, an unfinished story
Noon o panir o sabzi, to bish az een miarzi-------------------- Bread and cheese and vegetables, your value is more than this

Paaye hame goldastehaa dobaare edaame sedaa ------------- Under all the minarets again voices hanged
Dobaare marge gole sorkh, dobaarehaa dobaarehaa --------- Again the red rose’s death, again and again

Harighe sabze jangalaa be daste kebrite jonoon -------------- The green fire of the jungles in the hands of insanity matches
Az kaashihaaye aabimoon, sar zade favvaareye khoon ------- On the blue tiles, has risen a blood fountain

Noon o panir o baadoom, ye ghesseye naatamoom ---------- Bread and cheese and almond, an unfinished story
Noon o panir o sabzi, to bish az een miarzi-------------------- Bread and cheese and vegetables, your value is more than this

Ghesseye jaadoogare bad, ke az ketaabaa miyoomad ------- The story of the bad witch, who came from the books
Neshaste bar menbare khoon, aasheghaa ro garden mizad -- Sitting on blood pulpit decapitating the lovers

Kenaare shahre aayene jangale sabze shishe bood ----------- Beside the city of mirrors, was the green forest of glass
Baraaye Gis Golaabetoon, oon ruz mesle hamishe bood ----- For Gis Golabatun (1) that day was the same as all days

Pune mirikht tu daamanesh taa maadaresh chador kone ---- Putting pennyroyal in her skirt so that her mother would make a chador of it
Miraft ke az booye alaf tamaame shahro por kone ----------- she was going to fill the whole city with the aroma of grass

Ghaafel az inke raahesh ro jaadoogare dozdide bood -------- Unaware that the witch had stolen her road
Ru surate khorshid khaanoom khate siyaah keshide bood --- Had drawn a black line on the face of miss sun

Aahaay aahaay yeki biyaad yek shere taazetar bege --------- Hello, hello, somebody come to say a newer poem
Baraaye Gis Golaabetun az marge jaadugar bege ------------ To tell about the witch’s death to Gis Golabetun
Az marge jaadoogare bad kea z ketaabaa miyumad ---------- About the story of that bad witch, who came from the books


Noon o panir o baadoom, ye ghesseye naatamoom ---------- Bread and cheese and almond, an unfinished story
Noon o panir o sabzi, to bish az een miarzi-------------------- Bread and cheese and vegetables, your value is more than this


Cheshmaaye Gis Golabetun chizi be joz shab nemidid -------- The eyes of Gis Golabatoun didn’t see anything but night
Havaa bud, nafas nabud, ghesseh be aakhar naresid -------- There was air, there wasn’t breaths, the story didn’t end

Ghessehaaye maadarbozorg aayineye khode mane ---------- The grandmother’s stories are my own mirror
Telesme jaadugar baayad baa dastaaye to beshkane -------- The witch’s spell should be broken by your hands

Baa dastaaye refaaghatet taariki vahshat nadaare ----------- With your hands of friendship darkness is not frightening
Noori ke harfe aakhare be ghessamun paa mizaare ---------- The light which is the last word, would enter our story

Heife ke shahre aayene siyaah beshe harum beshe ---------- It is a pity that the city of mirrors get dark and wasted
Ghesseye to, ghesseye man, injuri naatamum beshe -------- Your story, my story get incomplete like this

Aahaay aahaay yeki biyaad yek shere taazetar bege --------- Hello, hello, somebody come to say a newer poem
Baraaye Gis Golaabetun az marge jaadugar bege ------------ To tell about the witch’s death to Gis Golabetun
Az marge jaadoogare bad kea z ketaabaa miyumad ---------- About the story of that bad witch, who came from the books


Aahaay aahaay yeki biyaad yek shere taazetar bege --------- Hello, hello, somebody come to say a newer poem
Baraaye Gis Golaabetun az marge jaadugar bege ------------ To tell about the witch’s death to Gis Golabetun
Taa she’re Gis Golaabetun ye shere por omid baashe ------- So that Gis Golabetun’s poem would become a poem of hope
Aayenehaaye too be too har kodumesh khorshid baashe ---- Labyrinthine mirrors become a sun each

Aahaay aahaay yeki biyaad yek shere taazetar bege --------- Hello, hello, somebody come to say a newer poem
Baraaye Gis Golaabetun az marge jaadugar bege ------------ To tell about the witch’s death to Gis Golabetun
Az marge jaadoogare bad ke az ketaabaa miyumad ---------- About the story of that bad witch, who came from the books

Noon o panir o fandogh, rakhte azaa tu sandogh ------------- Bread and cheese and hazelnut, mourning garment in the closet
Noon o panir o sabzi, to bish az een miarzi-------------------- Bread and cheese and vegetables, your value is more than this

(1) Name of fictional character in folk stories which means a girl with hair in plait.

Hello Afsaneh jane ,wow , you have translated this wondefrul song ? thanks a lot for your lovely translation , your help is really highly appreciated , you are a wonderful human being , thank you millions of time , dast shoma dard nakonad !!!!