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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... --- موزیک ویدئو پرولتاريا‬ - شاهین نجفی Proletariat Music: Shahin Najafi Mixing and Mastering: Majid Kazemi Cover: Ali Baghban --- Proletariat I'm tired of an agony that doesn't belong to me I'm sitting on a land that doesn't belong to me I've lived with a name that doesn't belong to me I've cried from a pain that doesn't belong to me In waiting for the bitter taste of McDonald's behind the fast food windows I'm in the line-up Under the Total company’s open tap of petrol within the Porsche wheels I'm yearning Stunned from the sparkle of your Rolex happy from the happiness of your ecstasy tablet I'm the snow under the ski pole in Shemshak I melt; I am Kahrizak’s shame A wet and tired mouse from the gutter’s torment I'm gratified with the little alms from the good people I'm a torn gofer under the stock market’s feet I'm in the race with the universe for misery Our durability was registered in contradiction the hell with our words and our message I'm tired of an agony that doesn't belong to me I'm sitting on a land that doesn't belong to me I've lived with a name that doesn't belong to me I've cried from a pain that doesn't belong to me In the war squashed under the tanks wheels in peacetime drowned under the banks loans Spare change in the depth of the pockets a crumpled cheque in the hands of the dishonest I'm the profit of the labour, the load and the pulse of the factory the most marginalized neighbourhood; my nest Five in the morning on the gallows I become a Kurd tortured alongside Baluch and Lur, I get shattered Departure of the Turk departed from mother language an Urmia, salt on Azari’s wound Blood and vain under your white skin the hell with your promises and arrangements I'm tired of an agony that doesn't belong to me I'm sitting on a land that doesn't belong to me I've lived with a name that doesn't belong to me I've cried from a pain that doesn't belong to me