Mishe Nari - Arta

من و تو آخر شب،با همه جنگ

بودیم با همه قهر

با همه بـــد

با همه پرت،باید برم آدم بشم

میشه نری،میشه نری،میشه نری

نه دیگه نداره دیگه نرم دیره ولی

دیره ولی،ئیره ولی ولی میشه نری

میگه میشه نری میشه نری …

میگن کص مثِ الکله

میگذره میپره،پس چرا این الکل نپره!

نه اینا ضرب المثله

دیگه روم حساب وا نکن برو قرض الحسنه

زنگ میزنی بم هر روز دلِ پُر

فحش میدی و میکنی قطع روم تلفنو

شاید بد بودی که رفت آرتا

هیچ وقت ولی نشکون دلِ تو رو

تو چرا پشیمونی،تو که با همه بودی

خودمم حتی دیدم با جفت چشام همه جوریـــ

جفت چشام همه جوریـــ

حرفی نه نزدی

از پیشم هم رفتی

نَفهمیدی بری رَد میدم عوضی

حق میدم بر نَگردی از اول

این تصمیمِ تقدیرِ تقصیرِ من هم نی

نهـــــ نرو

ولی نهــــ نرو

دیگه دستامم برا تو نی

ما که از همه خوردیم آخه مسئله تو نیستی

تو هول گلی پول که نباشه بدنتو میدی

اول ظهر میری تا هفت-هشت صبح

منم هشت صبح ولی بر عکسِ تو

با قهوه قفل میزنم رو یه عکس کهنه

تو فکر برنامه تو شب جمـــــعه

نده قول بدم،سرِ تو آرتا بدِ شده

همش سُرفه،لبش قفل

اینا سرِ توئه،سرِ تو،سر تو …

من و تو آخر شب،با همه جنگ

بودیم با همه قهر

با همه بـــد

Me and you at the end of the night, with all the war

We were angry with everyone

with all bad

Anyway, I have to go and become a person

You can not go, you can not go, you can not go

No, it's not anymore, it's too late, but

It's late, but it's late, but you can't go

He says you can go, you can go...

They say he is like an alcoholic

It passes and jumps, so why doesn't this alcohol jump!

No, this is a proverb

Don't count anymore, go for a loan

You call me every day with a full heart

You swear and hang up on me

Maybe it was bad for you to leave, Arta

Never but break your heart

Why do you regret, you were with everyone

I even saw it all with my own eyes

All kinds of pairs of eyes

You didn't say no

You left me too

You don't understand, go away, you bitch

I give you the right not to return from the beginning

This decision is not my fault either

No, don't go

But no, don't go

I don't have my hands for you anymore

It's not your problem that we ate from everyone

You are a fool, you will give your body if you don't have money

You go at noon until seven or eight in the morning

Me too at eight in the morning, but unlike you

I lock an old photo with coffee

You are thinking about the program on Friday night

Don't promise me, Arta, your head is bad

He is all coughing, his lips are closed

This is your head, your head, your head...

Me and you at the end of the night, with all the war

We were angry with everyone

with all bad