Those thirty days every month
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Get out of the dirt, homeless
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That virus of words
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میخونه همرات, میخونه
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Don't say it's lonely
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Bijona Dastash, Bijuna
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Do not say yesterday
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In vain tomorrow, in vain
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(Version 1)
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His soul is torn to pieces
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It is a thorny flower, its heart is like a snake
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This is the burden of all Iranians
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Steady is a cry that goes up to the base
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Everyone who plays has the same card
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But for us everything is risk and system
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The feeling of darkness on the moon
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Saddam is broadcasting everywhere, tell me the satellite
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They can not wave Saddam
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My cancer copper should make me wave
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Ha ha, if they throw me off the tower
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To peak
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Anti-George bin Laden
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I remained the basis of my words, cursing everything
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I think of their locks for help
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From that old lock to the sand, they have sand
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My tone is like a movie, everyone has a team
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I was spread like a virus in the ears of the nation
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I will continue from where Googoosh left off
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All your words describe my life
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In their memories, there is a forty-page notebook
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(Consonant)
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Those thirty days every month
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Get out of the dirt, homeless
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That virus of words
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میخونه همرات, میخونه
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Don't say it's lonely
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Bijona Dastash, Bijuna
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Do not say yesterday
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In vain tomorrow, in vain
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(Version 2)
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I wrote and wrote away from resentment
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If you are earthy, the ground is my paradise
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The word game starts again
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The concept of commander is rhymes soldiers oh
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Full of sick words in my head
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The brain does not sleep until it spills all over
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My body was ready for war, I was always in danger
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Displaced in the West, the thought is always in the homeland
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Give me a chance, everyone
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If I relax, I will hit the ground hard
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Mom cries but sees her dry
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Baba is free, but behind bars, yes
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My friend is behind me, there is a problem behind me
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No, it does not stop me from growing deep in the city
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Because the pen has a hot medicine
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These poems are enduring to an end
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Inhabitant of heaven, born of hell
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Versaro kills my pen
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Clearly, my words are the poet of any style
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Strong, I am great in my goal
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(Consonant)
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Those thirty days every month
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Get out of the dirt, homeless
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That virus of words
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میخونه همرات, میخونه
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Don't say it's lonely
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Bijona Dastash, Bijuna
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Do not say yesterday
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In vain tomorrow, in vain
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(Bridge)
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I promise not to be alone
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I promise I will not hit on the spot
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I promise to be tomorrow
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I promise to be true to my word
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(Version 2)
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I am tormented by your tongue
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To wash your lies clearer than water
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Roner Abe means Roner than (A, B, C)
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There is nothing wrong with thinking
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After the winter heat and then spring
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The summer was short, but his memories remain
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In the bitter coffee of our history, there is a flash
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We did everything we could to challenge ourselves soon
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I was sad, do not say there was no shortage, do not say I was out
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Every day is more blue than the eyes
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Do not say how are you
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Freer than pillow doves
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Hope for Iran overnight
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The bottom of the head is the place of the pillow
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Poetry is a painting that is interesting to think about
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I'm thinking I'm moving again
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I am a phenomenon of the age
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The same time that you reached it
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They say Ji Dal Kush is a boy on my house
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I listened to people in my words
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I did not make anything in my pocket, that is
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Sometimes a worse reputation got in the way
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When making friends with the enemy and white
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God said in my ear, take your place firmly
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He said, "Be with me, I can calm everything down."
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Give this star a black light
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I give light to the black night |