الهی بمیرم این روزا تب داره مادر
الهی بمیرم این شبا تا صبح بیداره مادر
درد داره اما لبخند میزنه
خیلی به فکر فردای منه مادره دیگه
میسوزه از تب چیزی نمیگه
امشب و هرشب چیزی نمیگه مادره دیگه
دنیا برا من شیرینه
تا وقتی سایش رو سرمه دنیای من مادرمه
فاطمه مادرمه و
الهی بمیرم که چه زود پیر شده مادر
الهی بمیرم انگار از دنیا سیر شده مادر
با اینکه روی پاهاش ورمه
هرجای خونه دور و برمه مادره دیگه
از درد بازوش چیزی نمیگه
از زخم پهلوش چیزی نمیگه مادره دیگه
دنیا به دردام تسکینه
تا وقتی سایش رو سرمه دنیای من مادرمه
فاطمه مادرمه و
الهی بمیرم نفساش شده حیاتی
الهی بمیرم که شده ذکرش عجل وفاتی
با اینکه مادر قدش خمیده
توی نگاهش نور امیده مادره دیگه
دلگیره اما چیزی نمیگه
میمیره اما چیزی نمیگه مادره دیگه
دنیا به کامم شیرینه
تا وقتی سایش رو سرمه دنیای من مادرمه
فاطمه مادرمه و
Fatima is my mother.
Oh my God, I’ll die, my mother has a fever these days. Oh my God, I’ll die, my mother is awake until morning. Oh my God, she’s in pain but she’s smiling. She’s thinking a lot about tomorrow. She’s no longer my mother. She’s burning with fever. She doesn’t say anything tonight or every night. She’s no longer my mother. The world is sweet to me. Until the time she wears her hair, my world is my mother. Fatima is my mother. Oh my God, I’ll die, how quickly she’s getting old. Oh my God, I feel like she’s fed up with the world. Even though her legs are swollen, I’m wandering around the house. She’s no longer my mother. She doesn’t say anything about the pain in her arm. She doesn’t say anything about the wound in her side. The world is a relief to my pain. Until the time she wears her hair, my world is my mother. Fatima is my mother. Oh my God, I’ll die, her breath has become vital. Oh my God, I’ll die, when her mention of death hastened. Even though her mother is bent over, there’s hope in her eyes. She’s sad but she doesn’t say anything. She’s dying, but nothing. She doesn’t say she’s a mother anymore
The world is sweet to my taste
Until the wear and tear on my forehead, my world is my mother
Fatima is my mother and
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