My Operaباران
Monday, August 28, 2006 2:06:08 AM
سخت ، باریدن گرفته باز. چنان داره خودشو به زمین میزنه که گویی سینهء ابر رو دریده و داره فرار میکنه... انگار میترسه که مبادا بگیرنش و دوباره زندونی بشه تو دل سیاه ابر! بی خبر از آفتاب داغی که فردا قراره بخارش کنه و بسپردش دست باد... تا باد با خودش ببردش پیش بقیهء رفیقاش... فراریهای دیروز و زندانبانهای فردا! مثل اینکه تاریخ باید همیشه تکرار بشه... این یک قانونه.
Its got to be you!
Running away from whatever holds you to the past... Run away like there's no return,there's no where to hide,there's no cure for the wound you carry on your back.
Memories... Memories,
sweet, sweet memories!
You make me cry!
Always thinking that it wasn't my choice,always believin' in being forced to run away. But from who? Where to? Is that you? Standin' on the ruins of your dreams! Yeah!
Tryin' to see! Through the cracks on your ceiling...cracks ...smiling at you!
You smile at'em.Didn't you see?It started to swallow you...and now you are gettin' digested!
Good bye dreamer!
Hellow stranger!
