Lyrics and translation Ho3ein - Por

Por

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به فکر فردای خودتی که چی میشه آخر
داری میگردی دنباله یه چیزی که واسه دلخوشی به تو بده یه باور
خسته ای از این زندگی لهی
تو دوست داری به همه چی چرت بگی بری
ولی بمونه یه خواب واسه شبت
یه سایه بون حتی اگه سایه نده
تن میدی به این فکرایه عمیق
میگی دوری از این چشمایه پلید
واسه اینکه تو تکراری نشی
هر روز میزنی به ورق امضایه جدید
دورو ورت همه آدما کم رنگ
نمیشه از این حاله تو بدتر
چون دیگه نمیکشی
میخوای بری جایی که با همه غریبه شی
میرم میرم میرم تا
تا هر جا که جاده ها بره
میرم دیگه سیرم از آدما
عه صبحه,
ورق خوردو رفت
روزام ورق خوردو رفت
عوض شدش سخت
صدتا هدف بود تو سر
زده تبسم سرد حسه تنفرو صبر
قلبو روحو خورده کردی تنفسو سخت
پر کرده پارو
شمرد لحظه هارو
یه بندم توو جادست
که گم کرده راهرو
نکن خنده هاشو
کمر بستو پاشو
باید یه جا میرسیدو میبست فقط لاشو هی
اگه برسه
باید برسه
باید برسه تا صبحه روز بعدش همش خاطره شه
رو لحظه ها فردا با کته با سرها اون راه بره چفت هه
میرسه از راه یه روز به هر حال
یه روز که میشنوه ته بازی داور داشت
عوض نشد نرفت شکی لایه باورهاش
عقب نیفتاده اونکه مونده پا حرفاش
میرم میرم میرم تا
تا هر جا که جاده ها بره
میرم دیگه سیرم از آدما
میرم میرم میرم تا
تا هر جا که جاده ها بره
میرم دیگه سیرم از آدما

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Night to morning.
You're thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow.
You're looking for something to give you for pleasure, a belief.
Tired of this life.
You like to nap at everything.
But a dream for the night.
A shadow, even if it doesn't shade.
You're giving this deep thought.
You say you're far from this evil eye.
So you don't get repetitive.
You hit the new signature sheet every day.
All the people are pale.
You can't be worse than this.
Because you're not killing anymore.
You want to go to a place where you're strangers to everyone.
I'm going to go. I'm going to go.
To wherever the roads go.
I'm getting tired of people.
It's morning.,
He's gone.
My days are gone.
It changed hard.
There were a hundred targets in the head.
I smiled cold, I felt hate, I waited.
You've eaten the heart of the soul, breathing hard.
Stuffed paddle
Counting the moments.
I have a band in the magic.
Who lost the corridor.
Don't make him laugh.
Put your back on your feet.
He had to get somewhere, just shut up.
If he does.
It has to come.
He's got to be there by the morning. the next day, it's all memorable.
Tomorrow, he'll walk with his head in his head.
It's coming one day anyway.
One day he heard he had a referee's game.
It didn't change. it didn't change.
He's not back down, he's stuck with his words.
I'm going to go. I'm going to go.
To wherever the roads go.
I'm getting tired of people.
I'm going to go. I'm going to go.
To wherever the roads go.
I'm getting tired of people.