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Eteraf Mikonam

داره میسوزه تنم از این آدم بی جنم
منم اون هیئت با علم که عقب تر رفت با هر قدم
نمیشه باورش سخته که این زندگی آخرش تلخه
دلیل انحراف من گوش کن به اعتراف من

ترس من از مردن این بود بمیرم
که اون دنیا هم آدمای همین دنیا رو باز ببینم
اگه راستشو بخوای خودکشی من جسمی بود
ولی تصمیم گرفتم خوشبختی رو همین دنیا ببینم
خسته شده بودم ازونا با افکاری که پر از ستم است
ولی پسته لال سکوتش دندان شکن است
این آینده کجاست پس من که پیداش نکردم
هرروز فکر میکردم همین فردا آینده من است پس
ولی اعتراف میکنم اشتباه بود حرفام
باید بلند میشدم هرچی سریعتر من از جام
مشکلات ظریفن و نیازمند برجام
حتی نمیتونستم بربیام از پس خرجام
خب گفتم چی بهتر از خودکشی روحی
چی بهتر از تولدی دوباره تو مودی
که همه جا خورشید باشه نورانی درخشان
طرفدارام گل باشن و پوریا تو کودی
من پسری بودم که واسه پدرم همیشه بودش دردونه
ساعت 4 صبح من شام میخوردم ولی پدرم صبحونه
چه فاصله ایه بین دو نسل مادرم خوب میدونه
خب زندگی من این بوده یک زندگی بیهوده

داره میسوزه تنم از این آدم بی جنم
منم اون هیئت با علم که عقب تر رفت با هر قدم
نمیشه باورش سخته که این زندگی آخرش تلخه
دلیل انحراف من گوش کن به اعتراف من

دست رو هر عشقی میزاشتم فرداش شکست بود
هرکی روی تخم چشم بود فرداش پر اشک بود
هرکی گوش راستم بود پرده شو یکی زده بود
هرکی زبونم بود همه رازامو فردا لو داده بود
تو انتخاب دوست هیچوقت دقیق نبودم
آیه ی قرآنو روی عقیق نخوندم
مردم میدویدن و من سریع نبودم
دستم توی دستش و فکرم باهاش نبود نه
دست عشقشو بش بگو یواش بگیره
بوسه ی عشقو بگو فقط از لباش بچینه
ستوده
پوتک برا رپ مثل نماز به دینه
ستونه اصوله وجوده نبوغه
اعتراف من غم انگیزتر از اشکای ابره
عصبانیت تو چشمام بدتر از خشم یه ببره
بدن من تو یه طابوت و ایده هام تو صدتا قبره
پوریا بیشتر از تو راست میگه ولی بخون چون می ارزه
من نه پلاک دیوار میشم نه تو جنگ چیریکی
من آقا بالاسر نمیخوام ملتفتی
یه حرفی زدیم مد شد من که این همه ضدشون بودم
به چه جرئتی به من میگی ایلومیناتی
داره میسوزه تنم از این آدم بی جنم
منم اون هیئت با علم که عقب تر رفت با هر قدم
نمیشه باورش سخته که این زندگی آخرش تلخه
دلیل انحراف من گوش کن به اعتراف من
من باید کسی که میخوام بشم

Eteraf Mikonam

My body is burning from this talentless person,
I'm that procession with a banner that went further back with every step.
It's hard to believe, it's tough that this life is bitter in the end.
The reason for my deviation, listen to my confession.

My fear of dying was that I would die
And see the same people from this world again in the other world.
To be honest, my suicide was physical,
But I decided to see happiness in this world.
I was tired of them, with thoughts full of oppression.
But the silent pistachio, its silence is a teeth grinder.
Where is this future? I haven't found it.
Every day I thought tomorrow is my future, so
But I confess my words were wrong,
I should have gotten up from my seat as soon as possible.
Problems are subtle and need a nuclear deal.
I couldn't even afford my expenses.
Well, I said what's better than mental suicide?
What's better than being reborn in a mood
Where everywhere is the sun, radiant and bright.
My fans are flowers, and Pouria is in a cradle.
I was a boy who was always his father's darling.
I had dinner at 4 am, but my father had breakfast.
What a distance there is between two generations, my mother knows well.
Well, my life has been like this, a pointless life.

My body is burning from this talentless person,
I'm that procession with a banner that went further back with every step.
It's hard to believe, it's tough that this life is bitter in the end.
The reason for my deviation, listen to my confession.

Every love I touched, it was broken the next day,
Whoever had an eye on the egg, the next day was full of tears.
Whoever was on my right ear, someone had punched his curtain.
Whoever was my tongue, tomorrow he would have revealed all my secrets.
I was never careful in choosing friends.
I didn't read the verse of the Quran on agate.
People were running and I wasn't fast.
My hand was in her hand and my mind wasn't with her, no.
Tell her love to slow down,
Tell her the kiss of love to only pick from her lips.
Praised
Putak is to rap like prayer is to religion.
Satouneh is the principle, the essence, the genius.
My confession is sadder than the tears of a cloud,
The anger in my eyes is worse than the rage of a tiger.
My body is in a coffin and my ideas are in a hundred graves.
Pouria tells the truth more than you, but read it because it's worth it.
I won't be a wall plaque, nor will I be in a guerrilla war.
I don't want a boss over my head, paying attention.
We said something, it became fashionable, I who was so against them.
How dare you call me Illuminati?
My body is burning from this talentless person,
I'm that procession with a banner that went further back with every step.
It's hard to believe, it's tough that this life is bitter in the end.
The reason for my deviation, listen to my confession.
I have to be who I want to be.