{Lyrics of "Shah" by Shahin Najafi}
{Consonant}
Dont ask me to be carefree
Dont ask me to be tamed on this path.
Dont ask me to be raw with these promises
I am caught up in Irans past and the thought of tomorrow
{Part One}
These days are passing, I have bad and good in it.
Our hearts are clear, a little sadness.
Youve eaten too little, dont you drink from this?
Everyone swears
Behind Facefakes
Tell me to be happy
You are and you know.
Its hard to hurt.
Yes Fear Dash
These are the ones who are the Shah afterwards.
Uncles photo and seeing in the moon
Chess Left Moans, Ga Phase
A Marxist in Love with America
{Part Two}
Papa patria dozaria
Its like a slap in the face.
Like a herd of lost cows.
Lai Lang Lam Lang Opportunity
Hello, it was for them to have fun.
Pour the pill and the night of the flea, they died because
The kiss of Dasmali became the right
Male Artist, Masmali Ken Soon
The half-mouthed apple of the system
Conflict with me? Im going to eat it.
I am a slap in the face of the teacher
Historically, Im Rezas child
I shout that his soul is happy
The one who gave this country a reputation
Exile of the Mass of the Party
How many people does this society want?
The sick policy of crude oil
The nation has fallen asleep
He didnt walk, he went to bed.
What happened when I put the strange shoes on my feet?
Shine a light in the darkness
The 40-year-old، Harki.
Then its funny how many generations will pass
Im going to remind you of the trio.
heavy
War is a mirror
Should I keep quiet? no
The disgrace of the mirror
What are you afraid of us؟
Our daily routine is playing with gasoline
Open hollow
Claiming the side of an eagle with the height of a goose?
Blood is spilled by your baby leech.
That you inflated and went into the phase
Basement where you are in
He pulled the bass on your head and shook your head all over the place.
The spitting of free pity falls on you.
Miserable child that you are
The rest of the Condominium
Useless anti-people
Your history is bloody, garbage.
A job that is always lurking
Puffs
Spit out
Geff Shell Wa
Dedi Sepahi with Mami in Canada
Put the money in the pockets of the congregations
Pack your suitcase and get it in Ray.
You ate as long as you could, and
Next up the fake opposing mask
The family jumped.
Well, why did you do it?
Okay, you did.
Im fine.
A bunch of donkeys are shopping.
Our eyes are open and we have your trail
You ask who the king is.
The one who eats shotguns and complains?
or insect insects on the fringe
The defendant is a plaintiffs date.
Balloon Republic Material
Is it possible for Iran to become Turkey?
Its wrong to trust you
Whats going on in the way of Mujtaba
The Fate of the Ton of Destruction
The owner of the Corps
You ask who the king is.
Is it enough for me to make him happy?
