نمیدونم تا کی باید منتظر موند، اما فعلا من صبرم زیاده...

Violet Hill

Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow

Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching
While we froze
Down below

When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low

If you love me
Won't you let me know?

Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And the fog
Became God

Priests clutched onto bibles
Hollowed out to fit their rifles
And the cross was held aloft

Bury me in honor
When I'm dead and hit the ground
A love back home unfolds

If you love me
Won't you let me know?

I don't want to be a soldier
Who the captain of some sinking ship
Would stow, far below

So if you love me
Why'd you let me go?

I took my love down to Violet Hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still

So if you love me
Won't you let me know?

If you love me,
Won't you let me know?


man ke midunam ta key!

Sabr e Khoda ham ziade.. Va bastegi be tasmime to ham dare!
Ishalla ke in sabr be behtarin natije tabdil mishe..

یا لطیف
خیلی زیبا بود
خدا صبرمون بده
یا زهرا)س(

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