Taghir - Amir Tataloo

میگه این آدمی که میبینم ، دیگه اون آدمِ قدیم نی

میگه چرا تاچِت فرق کرده ، میزنی آهنگِ قدیمی

آخه ، قدیما هر وقت میدیدمش ، یه آهنگِ جدید یه برنامه نو بود

بهش ، میگفتم اینو همیشه که نوره راهَم ، چِشای براقِ تو بود

میگه اون دستات دیگه دستای قدیم نی ، میده بویِ غریبه هارو

هی میگه دیگه خودِ واقعیمو بَد شناخته ، نمیخوره فریبِ ما رو

میگه اون دستات دیگه دستای قدیم نی ، میده بویِ غریبه ها رو

هی میگه دیگه خودِ واقعیمو بَد شناخته ، نمیخوره فریبِ ما رو

آدامسشو بَد میجویید ، وسطِ حرف جمع میدویید

با دهنِ پُر حرف میزد ، اونم حرفِ بد بیخودی

بد بود بعد هِی میگفت بدبین شدی

هی صداشو بلند میکرد دعوا راه مینداخت بعد هُولم میکرد

دروغاش هم که در سطحِ المپیکن

تا بحثِ درآمد میشد ، همه جا میشد ذینفع میچاپید

بیشعور بود ادب نداشت ، مهمون نشسته بود میرفت میخوابید

راجع به همه چی نظر میداد ، فکر میکرد که عقل کُله

ردِ خُله از خودش هیچی نیست ، صحبتاش هم که همه نَقل قوله

میگه اون دستات دیگه دستای قدیم نی ، میده بویِ غریبه هارو

هی میگه دیگه خودِ واقعیمو بَد شناخته ، نمیخوره فریبِ ما رو

میگه اون دستات دیگه دستای قدیم نی ، میده بویِ غریبه ها رو

هی میگه دیگه خودِ واقعیمو بَد شناخته ، نمیخوره فریبِ ما رو

یه زمان اون همه چیزم بود ، میگه ، درست هم میگه

ولی الآن عکساشو میریزم دور ، اینه ، درست هم اینه

وقتی من ، احتیاج بهش داشتم ، اون گذاشت رفت ، گفت معذرت

ما به دردِ هم نمیخوریم ، رفت و گشتاشو زد ، بهتر پیدا نکرد

حالا برگشته ، دستمالی و الکلی ، میگه از همه بهترم

وقتی من ، احتیاج بهش داشتم ، اون گذاشت رفت ، گفت معذرت

ما به دردِ هم نمیخوریم ، رفت و گشتاشو زد ، بهتر پیدا نکرد

حالا برگشته ، دستمالی و الکلی

میگه اون دستات دیگه دستای قدیم نی ، میده بویِ غریبه هارو

هی میگه دیگه خودِ واقعیمو بَد شناخته ، نمیخوره فریبِ ما رو

میگه اون دستات دیگه دستای قدیم نی ، میده بویِ غریبه ها رو

هی میگه دیگه خودِ واقعیمو بَد شناخته ، نمیخوره فریبِ ما رو

He says that the person I see is no longer the old man

He says why your touch is different, you play an old song

Oh, in the old days, every time I saw it, a new song was a new program

I told him that this was always the light of my path, your shining taste

He says those other hands are not old hands, they smell like strangers

Hey, he says he already knows his real self, he will not deceive us

He says that the other hands are the old hands, they smell like strangers

Hey, he says he already knows his real self, he will not deceive us

You chew gum, you run in the middle of a conversation

He speaks with a full mouth, that is a bad word

It was bad, then he said you were pessimistic

Hey, he would raise his voice, start a fight, and then he would startle me

It's a lie at the Olympic level

As far as income was concerned, the beneficiary could be printed everywhere

He was unconscious, he was not polite, the guest was sitting, he was going to sleep

He thought about everything, he thought that the intellect was stupid

Khula's rejection of himself is nothing, and his talk is that everyone quotes

He says those other hands are not old hands, they smell like strangers

Hey, he says he already knows his real self, he will not deceive us

He says that the other hands are the old hands, they smell like strangers

Hey, he says he already knows his real self, he will not deceive us

At one time it was all I had, he says, he's right

But now I throw away the photographer, that's right

When I needed him, he left and said, "I'm sorry."

We are not in pain, he went and patrolled, he did not get better

Now he's back, handkerchief and alcohol, he says I'm the best

When I needed him, he left and said, "I'm sorry."

We are not in pain, he went and patrolled, he did not get better

Now back, handkerchiefs and alcohol

He says those other hands are not old hands, they smell like strangers

Hey, he says he already knows his real self, he will not deceive us

He says that the other hands are the old hands, they smell like strangers

Hey, he says he already knows his real self, he will not deceive us