-ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS & SONG INFORMATION BELOW- itunes.apple.com (PLEASE SUPPORT ON iTUNES) "AZ CHI BEGAM?"- (What Can I Say) ** This Song Is Dedicated To The Students Of Shahid Rahimi School In Doroodzan. ** (The children wounded in a fire as a result of a tragic accident) You say line up the words next to each other again? What for? Hhhh .... OK take a seat Be mine for a moment, sit next to me Just for a minute, come and see what I feel Pass the microphone over - let me begin About these times and a heavy heart Each one of my songs equals another pain Anyway, can't think a better thought. ... Of *Jomong who's become our symbol of a hero And IRAN that's become his business source Where's our artist (talent) you ask? Gone. He's singing underground - without a permit he's not allowed What can I say? You expect what to come out of these pockets? Besides a white piece of paper, all torn up- True, lots written on it, but all with white ink Just like me, you too have troubles of your own, you got plenty I know, your main pain is no one to share your sympathy I'm not anyone to feel any pain with these aches But tell me who's responsible for these tears? Chrous: Dear God, what can I talk about? Your children, all worn out and tired? All this pain I feel, has broken my ribs Don't see my laughs, cuz' it's just taped over my lips This is me, dragging my foot prints What can I say? Tell me, of a broken spirit- That took a nose dive to the center of troubles Of days crossed out in a ...
Monday, 21 January 2013
YAS - AZ CHI BEGAM (What Can I Say) [Official Music Video]
YAS - AZ CHI BEGAM (What Can I Say) [Official Music Video] Video Clips. Duration : 4.55 Mins.
-ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS & SONG INFORMATION BELOW- itunes.apple.com (PLEASE SUPPORT ON iTUNES) "AZ CHI BEGAM?"- (What Can I Say) ** This Song Is Dedicated To The Students Of Shahid Rahimi School In Doroodzan. ** (The children wounded in a fire as a result of a tragic accident) You say line up the words next to each other again? What for? Hhhh .... OK take a seat Be mine for a moment, sit next to me Just for a minute, come and see what I feel Pass the microphone over - let me begin About these times and a heavy heart Each one of my songs equals another pain Anyway, can't think a better thought. ... Of *Jomong who's become our symbol of a hero And IRAN that's become his business source Where's our artist (talent) you ask? Gone. He's singing underground - without a permit he's not allowed What can I say? You expect what to come out of these pockets? Besides a white piece of paper, all torn up- True, lots written on it, but all with white ink Just like me, you too have troubles of your own, you got plenty I know, your main pain is no one to share your sympathy I'm not anyone to feel any pain with these aches But tell me who's responsible for these tears? Chrous: Dear God, what can I talk about? Your children, all worn out and tired? All this pain I feel, has broken my ribs Don't see my laughs, cuz' it's just taped over my lips This is me, dragging my foot prints What can I say? Tell me, of a broken spirit- That took a nose dive to the center of troubles Of days crossed out in a ...
-ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS & SONG INFORMATION BELOW- itunes.apple.com (PLEASE SUPPORT ON iTUNES) "AZ CHI BEGAM?"- (What Can I Say) ** This Song Is Dedicated To The Students Of Shahid Rahimi School In Doroodzan. ** (The children wounded in a fire as a result of a tragic accident) You say line up the words next to each other again? What for? Hhhh .... OK take a seat Be mine for a moment, sit next to me Just for a minute, come and see what I feel Pass the microphone over - let me begin About these times and a heavy heart Each one of my songs equals another pain Anyway, can't think a better thought. ... Of *Jomong who's become our symbol of a hero And IRAN that's become his business source Where's our artist (talent) you ask? Gone. He's singing underground - without a permit he's not allowed What can I say? You expect what to come out of these pockets? Besides a white piece of paper, all torn up- True, lots written on it, but all with white ink Just like me, you too have troubles of your own, you got plenty I know, your main pain is no one to share your sympathy I'm not anyone to feel any pain with these aches But tell me who's responsible for these tears? Chrous: Dear God, what can I talk about? Your children, all worn out and tired? All this pain I feel, has broken my ribs Don't see my laughs, cuz' it's just taped over my lips This is me, dragging my foot prints What can I say? Tell me, of a broken spirit- That took a nose dive to the center of troubles Of days crossed out in a ...
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