Sunday, April 24, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
Sunday, April 17, 2005
دلم خوش نيست غمگينم
دلم خوش نيست غمگينم
وقتي مودت پايينه همش احساس مي كني به ديگران بدهكاري.همش فكر مي كني به وظايفت نسبت به بقيه عمل نكردي.هميشه خودتو بدون دليل مقصر مي دوني .مدام نگراني كه نكنه كسي از دستت ناراحت .شده باشه يا كسي رو آزرده باشي.نكنه عزيزانتو از دست بدي،نكنه دوستات ازت برنجند
اونقدر اين نگراني ها ميان و مي رن كه كلافه مي شي و همين نگراني ها از پا درت ميارن
مودم پايينه
نگرانم
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وقتي مودت پايينه همش احساس مي كني به ديگران بدهكاري.همش فكر مي كني به وظايفت نسبت به بقيه عمل نكردي.هميشه خودتو بدون دليل مقصر مي دوني .مدام نگراني كه نكنه كسي از دستت ناراحت .شده باشه يا كسي رو آزرده باشي.نكنه عزيزانتو از دست بدي،نكنه دوستات ازت برنجند
اونقدر اين نگراني ها ميان و مي رن كه كلافه مي شي و همين نگراني ها از پا درت ميارن
مودم پايينه
نگرانم
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Friday, April 15, 2005
Monday, April 11, 2005
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
مثل يك پرنده روي سيم
BIRD ON THE WIRE
Leonard Cohen
Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a young man leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir have tried in my way to be free.
Leonard Cohen
Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a young man leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir have tried in my way to be free.




