Drowning
This is Niki English version
I'm this persian guy with all these tensions
I wanna mention some crueles of this city which we all sense it
How pity for a song? isn't it
Just sit pretty and listen hey
You're the ribbon and the government's scissor will cut all the people
You have to be the rock to win
But caution there is a clock to see
Life passes fast and you want to build yourself in count to three
Impossible, it takes time, needs patience
Watch history channel and all the nations
You have to be an alien to live beside these civilians
With criminal minds and no guns
Social media runs the shit guys
What a badass giant miracle
They still believe in prophets incredible
Mixing science with crazy religions
Like doing heroin daily as a pain reliever
This is Tehran with so many believers
In nothing and no know good reasons
Who think they are decent
But they're just scared of the scissors
How sad for a song let me bring my strings along
I'm drunk I'm high a street musician
I'm proud and calm I have rights
With my NY cap in Tehran's trap
But I've been in main halls playing my parts
I've been pleased, chasing my fears, facing my dreams trading my greens
Renting my gears for a song with love and tears
Cheers with beers I've been real through all these years
Try to heal constantly deal with my self
I'm upset, don't need a compass, follow the concepts of my nightmares
I'm not scared I'm frightened
Hamash gerye mikoni hamash too fekre bikhodi
When I'm drowning in my thoughts they come to me at once
All trouble and shots
Everybody thinks I'm nuts but I just have the guts to say my rights
Am I right? am I wrong? I might bite with my rhymes
My kind of fight with no light
I can see my sight but my lungs tight
All right I will write in Farsi
Dge shodam aasi az tehrano harfaye too taxi
Akhmaye botoxi, theocracy, jensaye neoclassic
Tablighaye jensiye bardehaye meli
Inja vase tahrik asaabe sarbaz migan
Teye tah khiso bardar zire parcham too arz o tool bekesh az amd tool bede
Beshin pasho joon bede ta ghoroob beshe, naro bargard
Dge khastam az fekre raftan
Feshaar eghtesado tars az sekte kardan ye jesme lakhatam kard
Yad gereftam az harchi dadam be baad
Yad dadaam be harki dad mano be gaa
Kashtam khodamo tooyeo batlagh too in dastaan be khodam ghol midam
Form migiram gol midaaam
Faghat vase residan be hadaf hol misham
Khodamo hol midaam
Tooye royam gom misham
Kaboos donbalam
Tarsam dor chinaam vali khosh binam
Sob paa misham dar miad khorshidam
I'm this persian guy with all these tensions
I wanna mention some crueles of this city which we all sense it
How pity for a song? isn't it
Just sit pretty and listen hey
You're the ribbon and the government's scissor will cut all the people
You have to be the rock to win
But caution there is a clock to see
Life passes fast and you want to build yourself in count to three
Impossible, it takes time, needs patience
Watch history channel and all the nations
You have to be an alien to live beside these civilians
With criminal minds and no guns
Social media runs the shit guys
What a badass giant miracle
They still believe in prophets incredible
Mixing science with crazy religions
Like doing heroin daily as a pain reliever
This is Tehran with so many believers
In nothing and no know good reasons
Who think they are decent
But they're just scared of the scissors
How sad for a song let me bring my strings along
I'm drunk I'm high a street musician
I'm proud and calm I have rights
With my NY cap in Tehran's trap
But I've been in main halls playing my parts
I've been pleased, chasing my fears, facing my dreams trading my greens
Renting my gears for a song with love and tears
Cheers with beers I've been real through all these years
Try to heal constantly deal with my self
I'm upset, don't need a compass, follow the concepts of my nightmares
I'm not scared I'm frightened
Hamash gerye mikoni hamash too fekre bikhodi
When I'm drowning in my thoughts they come to me at once
All trouble and shots
Everybody thinks I'm nuts but I just have the guts to say my rights
Am I right? am I wrong? I might bite with my rhymes
My kind of fight with no light
I can see my sight but my lungs tight
All right I will write in Farsi
Dge shodam aasi az tehrano harfaye too taxi
Akhmaye botoxi, theocracy, jensaye neoclassic
Tablighaye jensiye bardehaye meli
Inja vase tahrik asaabe sarbaz migan
Teye tah khiso bardar zire parcham too arz o tool bekesh az amd tool bede
Beshin pasho joon bede ta ghoroob beshe, naro bargard
Dge khastam az fekre raftan
Feshaar eghtesado tars az sekte kardan ye jesme lakhatam kard
Yad gereftam az harchi dadam be baad
Yad dadaam be harki dad mano be gaa
Kashtam khodamo tooyeo batlagh too in dastaan be khodam ghol midam
Form migiram gol midaaam
Faghat vase residan be hadaf hol misham
Khodamo hol midaam
Tooye royam gom misham
Kaboos donbalam
Tarsam dor chinaam vali khosh binam
Sob paa misham dar miad khorshidam
Credits
Writer(s): Niki Yaghmaee
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