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Shahin Najafi - Salam (Music Video)

Website: http://www.shahinnajafimusic.com Facebook:   / shahinnajafi666   iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/sh... CD Baby: http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/ShahinNa... Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004A0XOUY Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/music/a... Salam Lyrics: Shahin Najafi Music: Majid Kazemi Video: Shahin Najafi Special Thanks to: Shahryar Ahadi, Ali Maleki, Shahram Azimi, Mehran Jangali Moghadam, Ali Baghban, Michael Krol, Johan, Herand, Sole Mio, Ariana, Zari and Gita موزیک ویدئو سلام شعر: شاهین نجفی موسیقی: مجید کاظمی ویدیو: شاهین نجفی Salam (Hello) Say hello for me to my mother’s grave I had promised to buy her a house, alack… My hello Say hello for me to her like a prayer tell her life is hell, you’re good in paradise Tell her to sometimes ask about the state of us the living tell her to inform our situation if she sees God Tell her our Azan is timed to people’s loneliness we are always in Muharram and our celebration is mourning (1) Tell her how tired we are from all these oblations so much we called the sky; where is the answer? Tell her day and night we’re high filled with emptiness tell her that for the hunger we’re eating hope Tell her we’ve let go; we have no spirit for breath tell her we’re alive and don’t have rights as much as the dead Tell her we’re still running like a dog for a morsel of bread lumpishly we’re in to each other’s honor and Drug is light for us, we do crack now we fuck up all our being and nonbeing Kind of a state that we get happy with each other’s grief we fall in love; if she rejects we spray acid Tell her Ali got life sentence and became permanent he pays for his wife and kids from inside the cell Tell her Mami died while knife wielding in the line not even a year passed the ’Haji Bazaari’ took his wife (2) Tell her the cheap eulogist is gun wielder is a friend of Supreme Leader’s household, and the light of his eyes It’s a bit tough to take in when no one is in the right place your life is the stew and misery is the condiment The elites are on the run and our good ones are in the jail we’re in grief and they smirk at us Their hands in people’s pocket and their oath to Quran there is the oil money, but it gets spent in Lebanon I’m the sound of Farhad’s axe (3) when throat is slit I’m the outcry I am the fire under the ashes the storm's embryo in my head Say hello for me to 67 and Khavaran (4) say hello for me to Tehran’s smoke and smog Say hello for me to the girls in the park; the runaways to thrash and wound and wail; the acacias to those without birth certificates; Afghan children My hello Say hello for me to the child labourers; stealthy in Darvazeh Ghar’s dusty fields; stealthy (5) Say hello for me to eyelid wrinkles and work’s dirt and dad’s hand formed calluses now Say hello for me to … and don’t doubt that through beating under slap, the champion will not give in Say hello for me to Karun which’s not dried out yet unlike Zayanderood, Urmia (6) it’s a grim era; suffocation is communal I’m not saying these so that you say you’re hopeless even if you haven’t seen one joyous day It’s only you; you are the one who builds your tomorrow you’re your own boss, you’re a soldier for yourself --- 1) Muharram: Mourning month in Shia calendar 2) Haji Bazaari: Title for religious rich businessman 3) Farhad: Iranian mythical character who dug a mountain 4) Khavaran: The 1988 (1367 Solar Hijri) mass executions of political prisoners and their grave site Khavaran. 5) Darvazeh Ghar: A poor neighborhood in Tehran 6) Karun: Iran's most affluent river – Zayanderood & Urmia: Drying river and lake in Iran