👑new phrases;
📕Hear me out first. 😎
اول گوش کن ببین چی میگم.
📗Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. 🧐
ببخشید دقیقا متوجه نشدم چی گفتید.
📘May I make a suggestion? 🫥
میتونم یک پیشنهادی کنم؟
📙by all means. 🙃
با کمال میل
📒He/she/it caught my eye. 😍
اون چشمم را گرفت، ازش خوشم اومد!
📕I know what you are up to! 😶
می‌دونم چه کار میخواهی بکنی.
#english #phrases
📕Hear me out first. 😎
اول گوش کن ببین چی میگم.
📗Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. 🧐
ببخشید دقیقا متوجه نشدم چی گفتید.
📘May I make a suggestion? 🫥
میتونم یک پیشنهادی کنم؟
📙by all means. 🙃
با کمال میل
📒He/she/it caught my eye. 😍
اون چشمم را گرفت، ازش خوشم اومد!
📕I know what you are up to! 😶
می‌دونم چه کار میخواهی بکنی.
#english #phrases
ᵉᶰᵍˡᶤѕʰ ˡᶤᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ 📚
El Profesor – Bella ciao (Hugel remix)
🎼 Bella ciao
🎧 El Profesor
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Una mattina mi son svegliato
E ho trovato l’invasor
O partigiano portami via
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Partigiano portami via
Che mi sento di morir
E se io muoio da partigiano
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E se io muoio da partigiano
Tu mi devi seppellir
Mi seppellirai lassù in montagna
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Mi seppellirai lassù in montagna
Sotto l’ombra d’un bel fior
E la gente che passerà
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E la gente che passerà
E dirà oh che bel fior
#music #lyrics
🎧 El Profesor
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Una mattina mi son svegliato
E ho trovato l’invasor
O partigiano portami via
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Partigiano portami via
Che mi sento di morir
E se io muoio da partigiano
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E se io muoio da partigiano
Tu mi devi seppellir
Mi seppellirai lassù in montagna
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Mi seppellirai lassù in montagna
Sotto l’ombra d’un bel fior
E la gente che passerà
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E la gente che passerà
E dirà oh che bel fior
#music #lyrics
🎼 ترجمهٔ فارسی
یک روز از خواب برخاستم
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
یک روز از خواب برخاستم
دشمن همه جا را گرفته بود
ای پارتیزان مرا با خود ببر
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
ای پارتیزان مرا با خود ببر
زیرا شهادت را نزدیک می‌بینم
اگر به عنوان یک پارتیزان کشته شدم
(وگر بر فراز کوهی کشته شدم)
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
اگر به عنوان یک پارتیزان کشته شدم
(وگر بر فراز کوهی کشته شدم)
تو باید مرا به خاک بسپاری
مرا در کوهستان به خاک بسپار
(تو باید مرا به خاک بسپاری)
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
مرا در کوهستان به خاک بسپار
(تو باید مرا به خاک بسپاری)
زیر سایه گلی زیبا
و آنان که از کنار قبر من گذر می‌کنند
(و آنان که از کنار قبر من گذر می‌کنند)
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
و آنان که از کنار قبر من گذر می‌کنند
(و آنان که از کنار قبر من گذر می‌کنند)
به من خواهند گفت: «چه گل زیبایی»
(و آنان خواهند گفت: «چه گل زیبایی»)
این گل از پارتیزانی روییده‌است
(این گل از پارتیزانی روییده‌است)
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
این گل از پارتیزانی روییده‌است
(این گل از پارتیزانی روییده‌است)
که برای آزادی جان باخت
(که برای آزادی جان باخت)
🎼 ترجمهٔ انگلیسی
One morning I awakened
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
One morning I awakened
And I found the invader
Oh partisan carry me away
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
Oh partisan carry me away
Because I feel death approaching
And if I die as a partisan
(And if I die on the mountain)
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
And if I die as a partisan
(And if I die on the mountain)
Then you must bury me
Bury me up in the mountain
(And you have to bury me)
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
Bury me up in the mountain
(And you have to bury me)
Under the shade of a beautiful flower
And the people who shall pass
(And all those who shall pass)
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
And the people who shall pass
(And all those who shall pass)
Will tell me: “what a beautiful flower”
(And they will say: “what a beautiful flower”)
This is the flower of the partisan
(And this is the flower of the partisan)
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
This is the flower of the partisan
(And this is the flower of the partisan)
Who died for freedom
(Who died for freedom)
یک روز از خواب برخاستم
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
یک روز از خواب برخاستم
دشمن همه جا را گرفته بود
ای پارتیزان مرا با خود ببر
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
ای پارتیزان مرا با خود ببر
زیرا شهادت را نزدیک می‌بینم
اگر به عنوان یک پارتیزان کشته شدم
(وگر بر فراز کوهی کشته شدم)
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
اگر به عنوان یک پارتیزان کشته شدم
(وگر بر فراز کوهی کشته شدم)
تو باید مرا به خاک بسپاری
مرا در کوهستان به خاک بسپار
(تو باید مرا به خاک بسپاری)
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
مرا در کوهستان به خاک بسپار
(تو باید مرا به خاک بسپاری)
زیر سایه گلی زیبا
و آنان که از کنار قبر من گذر می‌کنند
(و آنان که از کنار قبر من گذر می‌کنند)
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
و آنان که از کنار قبر من گذر می‌کنند
(و آنان که از کنار قبر من گذر می‌کنند)
به من خواهند گفت: «چه گل زیبایی»
(و آنان خواهند گفت: «چه گل زیبایی»)
این گل از پارتیزانی روییده‌است
(این گل از پارتیزانی روییده‌است)
آه خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا، خداحافظ ای زیبا! خداحافظ! خداحافظ!
این گل از پارتیزانی روییده‌است
(این گل از پارتیزانی روییده‌است)
که برای آزادی جان باخت
(که برای آزادی جان باخت)
🎼 ترجمهٔ انگلیسی
One morning I awakened
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
One morning I awakened
And I found the invader
Oh partisan carry me away
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
Oh partisan carry me away
Because I feel death approaching
And if I die as a partisan
(And if I die on the mountain)
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
And if I die as a partisan
(And if I die on the mountain)
Then you must bury me
Bury me up in the mountain
(And you have to bury me)
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
Bury me up in the mountain
(And you have to bury me)
Under the shade of a beautiful flower
And the people who shall pass
(And all those who shall pass)
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
And the people who shall pass
(And all those who shall pass)
Will tell me: “what a beautiful flower”
(And they will say: “what a beautiful flower”)
This is the flower of the partisan
(And this is the flower of the partisan)
Oh Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful, Goodbye beautiful! Bye! Bye!
This is the flower of the partisan
(And this is the flower of the partisan)
Who died for freedom
(Who died for freedom)
"The Ambitious Guest" is a short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne. First published in The New-England Magazine in June 1835, it was republished in the second volume of Twice-Told Tales in 1841.
#englishliterature #story
#englishliterature #story
📚The Ambitious Guest
✏️Summary;
▫️The story begins with a sense of calm, a family sitting together in the warmth of their fireplace, finding themselves fulfilled by the happiness and comfort of each other. They lived near a big mountain, subject to the biting cold and tumbling rocks. They lived in a deserted place, but it was near a very popular trade route. The house was a tavern where people would lodge when they needed shelter.
▫️On that night, they had a visitor in the shape of a nameless youth looking for a place to stay awhile. Though he seemed discouraged by his lonely travels, the family’s warm welcome soon made him feel better. He explained where he planned to go and mentioned that the warm fire made him feel as if he belonged in that room that night.
▫️They could hear stones rolling down the mountain, but the master of the house comforted the guest by telling him that there is a place close by in case they need to suddenly vacate the house. They all sat together, satiated, and happy, talking about themselves. The guest, usually quite withdrawn, found himself speaking freely with them, and they with him.
The characteristic of this guest was that he was ambitious, and he had a strong desire to be known across the globe. He wanted to make his mark on the world and be remembered for years to come. He felt that his destiny was to be glorified in the future, even if he was not alive by the time that occurred.
▫️His candor inspired the rest of the family to express their ambitions as well. The father spoke about his desire to have a farm in a place safe from falling rocks and to retire peacefully with his wife. Even the children, all in bed in another room, were telling each other about their dreams for when they reach adulthood. The oldest girl subtly expressed her desire for companionship, and this may have blossomed between her and the guest. The grandmother was the last to speak, detailing her fear of not being at rest after death, which was swiftly followed by the guest commenting that everyone in the world talks of death, and dreams of having a monument to their name. They all sat calmly within the embrace of the firelight, a humble family, and an ambitious guest.
They heard the sound of a fatal avalanche and rushed out of the house to get to safety. Yet, the avalanche split off and didn’t hit the house, but buried them all under rocks. The cascade of rocks covered everything but the now vacant house. The bodies of the family were never found. People mourned them, and their story became a legend of the mountains. As for the guest, he died unknown, and people doubt whether he was ever in that room at all. He, who so desired fame, could not accomplish anything that warranted the fulfillment of his ambition.
#story #englishliterature #summary
✏️Summary;
▫️The story begins with a sense of calm, a family sitting together in the warmth of their fireplace, finding themselves fulfilled by the happiness and comfort of each other. They lived near a big mountain, subject to the biting cold and tumbling rocks. They lived in a deserted place, but it was near a very popular trade route. The house was a tavern where people would lodge when they needed shelter.
▫️On that night, they had a visitor in the shape of a nameless youth looking for a place to stay awhile. Though he seemed discouraged by his lonely travels, the family’s warm welcome soon made him feel better. He explained where he planned to go and mentioned that the warm fire made him feel as if he belonged in that room that night.
▫️They could hear stones rolling down the mountain, but the master of the house comforted the guest by telling him that there is a place close by in case they need to suddenly vacate the house. They all sat together, satiated, and happy, talking about themselves. The guest, usually quite withdrawn, found himself speaking freely with them, and they with him.
The characteristic of this guest was that he was ambitious, and he had a strong desire to be known across the globe. He wanted to make his mark on the world and be remembered for years to come. He felt that his destiny was to be glorified in the future, even if he was not alive by the time that occurred.
▫️His candor inspired the rest of the family to express their ambitions as well. The father spoke about his desire to have a farm in a place safe from falling rocks and to retire peacefully with his wife. Even the children, all in bed in another room, were telling each other about their dreams for when they reach adulthood. The oldest girl subtly expressed her desire for companionship, and this may have blossomed between her and the guest. The grandmother was the last to speak, detailing her fear of not being at rest after death, which was swiftly followed by the guest commenting that everyone in the world talks of death, and dreams of having a monument to their name. They all sat calmly within the embrace of the firelight, a humble family, and an ambitious guest.
They heard the sound of a fatal avalanche and rushed out of the house to get to safety. Yet, the avalanche split off and didn’t hit the house, but buried them all under rocks. The cascade of rocks covered everything but the now vacant house. The bodies of the family were never found. People mourned them, and their story became a legend of the mountains. As for the guest, he died unknown, and people doubt whether he was ever in that room at all. He, who so desired fame, could not accomplish anything that warranted the fulfillment of his ambition.
#story #englishliterature #summary
📚 مهمان شهرت طلب
با خواندن داستان کوتاه مهمان شهرت طلب خیلی راحت میتوانم درک کنم که چرا ناتانیل هاتورن تا مدت ها یکی از گمنام ترین مردان ادبی آمریکا به شمار می رفته است. داستان روندی آهسته و کم کشش را پیش می برد و اگر با گذشت فراوان خواننده و حوصله ی زیادش، خواندن تا پایان ادامه پیدا کند، پایانی از آن بدتر در انتظار اوست. که البته اگر این داستان یکی از اولین داستان های نوشته ی او باشد قابل درک خواهد بود و میتوانم با پیشبرد داستان و پایان ناخوشایندش کنار بیایم. همان طور که استاد داستان نویسی ام مرتب گوشزد میکرد که داستانک باید برشی هنرمندانه از زندگی باشد گویا که این داستان برشی کج و کوله از زندگی از کار در آمده و همه ی قانون های من برای داستانک را بر هم زده است. نه تنها نویسنده در طول داستان پایان نه چندان شوک آور پایان داستان را مرتب با جمله ی «اتفاق بدی در انتظار اوست» گوشزد میکند بلکه کارت های خود را بی نهایت رو می گذارد و اجازه نمی دهد که خواننده برداشت و نتیجه ی خود را بگیرد بلکه خواننده را مجبور میکند همان چیزی دستگیرش بشود که خود تا به حال می دانسته اینکه 《زندگی کوتاه است و ما از فردای خود و حتی از لحظه ی بعدیه خود بی خبریم》مطلب تازه و جدیدی نیست. این درست مانند این می ماند که برای فهماندن این قضیه یک شخصیت داستانی بسازیم که دارد در خیابان راه میرود و ناگهان یک تبر بر سرش می افتد و میمیرد!
در نهایت حرف من این است که نویسنده خیلی بهتر از این ها می توانست مقصود خود را برساند اما همه ی ایده های داستانش را حرام کرده است.
#نقد #داستان_کوتاه
با خواندن داستان کوتاه مهمان شهرت طلب خیلی راحت میتوانم درک کنم که چرا ناتانیل هاتورن تا مدت ها یکی از گمنام ترین مردان ادبی آمریکا به شمار می رفته است. داستان روندی آهسته و کم کشش را پیش می برد و اگر با گذشت فراوان خواننده و حوصله ی زیادش، خواندن تا پایان ادامه پیدا کند، پایانی از آن بدتر در انتظار اوست. که البته اگر این داستان یکی از اولین داستان های نوشته ی او باشد قابل درک خواهد بود و میتوانم با پیشبرد داستان و پایان ناخوشایندش کنار بیایم. همان طور که استاد داستان نویسی ام مرتب گوشزد میکرد که داستانک باید برشی هنرمندانه از زندگی باشد گویا که این داستان برشی کج و کوله از زندگی از کار در آمده و همه ی قانون های من برای داستانک را بر هم زده است. نه تنها نویسنده در طول داستان پایان نه چندان شوک آور پایان داستان را مرتب با جمله ی «اتفاق بدی در انتظار اوست» گوشزد میکند بلکه کارت های خود را بی نهایت رو می گذارد و اجازه نمی دهد که خواننده برداشت و نتیجه ی خود را بگیرد بلکه خواننده را مجبور میکند همان چیزی دستگیرش بشود که خود تا به حال می دانسته اینکه 《زندگی کوتاه است و ما از فردای خود و حتی از لحظه ی بعدیه خود بی خبریم》مطلب تازه و جدیدی نیست. این درست مانند این می ماند که برای فهماندن این قضیه یک شخصیت داستانی بسازیم که دارد در خیابان راه میرود و ناگهان یک تبر بر سرش می افتد و میمیرد!
در نهایت حرف من این است که نویسنده خیلی بهتر از این ها می توانست مقصود خود را برساند اما همه ی ایده های داستانش را حرام کرده است.
#نقد #داستان_کوتاه
📝Analysis;
💭 The story, about a family struggling through a storm and its efforts to survive the night, is based on the true story of the Willey Family and its hired help who died in an avalanche in 1826. Hawthorne, however, focuses his narrative on what happens before the avalanche, and the theme of lost ambitions.
💭 Nestled in the Notch of the White Hills, one family invites strangers into their home; it's the only safe haven around. They live simply in their mountainside cottage, the setting for Nathaniel Hawthorne's ''The Ambitious Guest.
💭 The moral of Nathaniel Hawthorne's short story "The Ambitious Guest" is that nature is infinitely more powerful than people realize and one errs if one assumes that nature can be dominated or controlled.
💭 Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Ambitious Guest uses a great deal of symbolism throughout the story. The dangerous and beautiful location of the home represents the risk of proximity to nature. The road winding past the house represents the journey everyone takes through life.
💭 In “The Ambitious Guest” the omniscient narrator encourages the reader to foretell the ending, which, of course, would have been well known to Hawthorne's contemporaries, with foreshadowing such as saying that the stranger's “fate was like to theirs” (163), that the family lived in a “romantic and dangerous abode”
#anlysis #englishliterature #story
💭 The story, about a family struggling through a storm and its efforts to survive the night, is based on the true story of the Willey Family and its hired help who died in an avalanche in 1826. Hawthorne, however, focuses his narrative on what happens before the avalanche, and the theme of lost ambitions.
💭 Nestled in the Notch of the White Hills, one family invites strangers into their home; it's the only safe haven around. They live simply in their mountainside cottage, the setting for Nathaniel Hawthorne's ''The Ambitious Guest.
💭 The moral of Nathaniel Hawthorne's short story "The Ambitious Guest" is that nature is infinitely more powerful than people realize and one errs if one assumes that nature can be dominated or controlled.
💭 Nathaniel Hawthorne's The Ambitious Guest uses a great deal of symbolism throughout the story. The dangerous and beautiful location of the home represents the risk of proximity to nature. The road winding past the house represents the journey everyone takes through life.
💭 In “The Ambitious Guest” the omniscient narrator encourages the reader to foretell the ending, which, of course, would have been well known to Hawthorne's contemporaries, with foreshadowing such as saying that the stranger's “fate was like to theirs” (163), that the family lived in a “romantic and dangerous abode”
#anlysis #englishliterature #story
📗Excuse the mess! 🫤
ببخشید که اینجا بهم ریخته است!
📘You better hush. 🤫
تو بهتره ساكت باشی.
📙Cut the crap! 🤨
چرندیات رو تموم کن، چرت گفتن رو بس کن!
📒Are you kidding me? 😒
داری من با من شوخی میکنی؟
📕Don't be rude! 😛
گستاخ نباش، پر رو نباش
📗Don't bite my head off. 🥲
کلمو نکن (نکش ما رو منظوری نداشتم).
#english
ببخشید که اینجا بهم ریخته است!
📘You better hush. 🤫
تو بهتره ساكت باشی.
📙Cut the crap! 🤨
چرندیات رو تموم کن، چرت گفتن رو بس کن!
📒Are you kidding me? 😒
داری من با من شوخی میکنی؟
📕Don't be rude! 😛
گستاخ نباش، پر رو نباش
📗Don't bite my head off. 🥲
کلمو نکن (نکش ما رو منظوری نداشتم).
#english
▫️In the darkest moments,
Wait with no fear.
▫️در تاريكترين لحظات،
بى هيچ ترسى منتظر باش.
🍃
Wait with no fear.
▫️در تاريكترين لحظات،
بى هيچ ترسى منتظر باش.
🍃
🎧 Pink floyd
🎼 wish you were here
✨So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
خب پس، فكر ميكنى ميتونى
فرق بين بهشت و جهنم رو از هم تشخيص بدى؟
تفاوت آسمان هاى آبى رو با درد
ميتونى فرق بين كشتزارهاى سبز رو
با خطوط سرد راه آهن درك كنى؟
فرق بين لبخند رو با يك نقاب
واقعا فكر ميكنى ميتونى تشخيص بدى؟
✨Did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk
on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
تونستن تو رو هم وادار كنن
كه قهرمانانت رو با ارواح معامله كنى؟
خاكسترهاى داغ رو به جاى درختان ..؟
هواى گرم رو به جاى نسيم خنك ..؟
آسايش يكنواخت رو با تغيير ؟
نقش سیاهی لشگر را درجنگ
با نقش اول در قفس معاوضه کردی؟
✨How I wish,
how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
خدا ميدونه چقدر،
چقدر دلم ميخواست اينجا بودى
ما فقط دو روح سرگردانيم
كه سالهاى سال در تنگ ماهى شنا ميكنيم
بر همان زمين هاى قديمى و آشنا راه ميريم
چه يافته ايم؟
همان ترس هاى قديمى را
اى كاش اينجا بودى ...
#متن_موزيک
🎼 wish you were here
✨So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
خب پس، فكر ميكنى ميتونى
فرق بين بهشت و جهنم رو از هم تشخيص بدى؟
تفاوت آسمان هاى آبى رو با درد
ميتونى فرق بين كشتزارهاى سبز رو
با خطوط سرد راه آهن درك كنى؟
فرق بين لبخند رو با يك نقاب
واقعا فكر ميكنى ميتونى تشخيص بدى؟
✨Did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk
on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
تونستن تو رو هم وادار كنن
كه قهرمانانت رو با ارواح معامله كنى؟
خاكسترهاى داغ رو به جاى درختان ..؟
هواى گرم رو به جاى نسيم خنك ..؟
آسايش يكنواخت رو با تغيير ؟
نقش سیاهی لشگر را درجنگ
با نقش اول در قفس معاوضه کردی؟
✨How I wish,
how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
خدا ميدونه چقدر،
چقدر دلم ميخواست اينجا بودى
ما فقط دو روح سرگردانيم
كه سالهاى سال در تنگ ماهى شنا ميكنيم
بر همان زمين هاى قديمى و آشنا راه ميريم
چه يافته ايم؟
همان ترس هاى قديمى را
اى كاش اينجا بودى ...
#متن_موزيک