نشد با شاخه هام بغل کنم تو رو
نشد نشد نشد برو برو برو
اراده داشتم بدونِ کاشتن
که عادتت بدم به ریشه داشتن
که عادتت بدم یه گوشه بند شی
به مبتلا شدن علاقه مند شی
نشد که از دلم جدا کنم تو رو
نشد نشد گلم برو برو برو
نشد که بی دهن صدا کنم تو رو
تمامِ حرفِ من برو برو برو
قدیما هر گلی شناسنامه داشت
تموم می شد و بازم ادامه داشت
تو شیشه ی گلاب تو شعر شاعرا
تو گل فروشیا تو جیب عابرا
همون کسا که از تو باغچه چیدنت
تویِ خیالشون ادامه میدنت
نشد که از دلم جدا کنم تو رو
نشد نشد گلم برو برو برو
نشد که بی دهن صدا کنم تو رو
تمامِ حرفِ من برو برو برو
تو داری از خودت فرار می کنی
داری با ریشه هات چی کار می کنی
برو برو ولی به رسم یادگار
شناسنامتو تو خونه جا بذار
برو برو ولی به رسم یادگار
شناسنامتو تو خونه جا بذار
برو
به رسم یادگار شناسنامتو تو خونه جا بذار
I couldn’t hug you with my branches
I couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t, go, go
I had the will without planting
To get you used to having roots
To get you used to being locked in a corner
To be interested in being infected
I couldn’t separate you from my heart
I couldn’t, my flower, go, go
I couldn’t call you without a mouth
All my words, go, go
In the past, every flower had an identity card
It would end and continue again
In a rose glass, in a poet’s poem
In a flower shop, in a passerby’s pocket
The same people who picked you from the garden
Continue to think of you in their imagination
I couldn’t separate you from my heart
I couldn’t, my flower, go, go
I couldn’t call you without a mouth
All my words, go, go
You are running away from yourself
What are you doing with your roots
Go, go, but as a souvenir
Leave your identity card at home
Go, go, but as a souvenir
Leave your identity card at home
Go, go, as a souvenir
Leave your identity card at home
Go, as a souvenir
Leave your identity card at home Leave it at home.
I couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t, go, go
I had the will without planting
To get you used to having roots
To get you used to being locked in a corner
To be interested in being infected
I couldn’t separate you from my heart
I couldn’t, my flower, go, go
I couldn’t call you without a mouth
All my words, go, go
In the past, every flower had an identity card
It would end and continue again
In a rose glass, in a poet’s poem
In a flower shop, in a passerby’s pocket
The same people who picked you from the garden
Continue to think of you in their imagination
I couldn’t separate you from my heart
I couldn’t, my flower, go, go
I couldn’t call you without a mouth
All my words, go, go
You are running away from yourself
What are you doing with your roots
Go, go, but as a souvenir
Leave your identity card at home
Go, go, but as a souvenir
Leave your identity card at home
Go, go, as a souvenir
Leave your identity card at home
Go, as a souvenir
Leave your identity card at home Leave it at home.
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