My mom’s favorite song
So my mom love’s this Persian singer, Googoosh and I’ve never liked her (the singer not ma). We were watching something about the singer over the weekend and now the song is stuck in my head.
I translated the lyrics to post for y’all:
God, did not see the tears of the traveler;
He did not become attached to anyone;
He didn’t have to break free from anyone.
Man, built the road;
To get away from home;
To reach exile
The road is calling out my name;
It tells me today is the day to break free.
A small backpack full of memories is on my trembling shoulders.
From of all the good and bad people;
From all the good and bad tales;
What has remained for me but a memory?
A vague image in the dust on the window
The road has put out its arms;
It’s waiting for me to go with it.
I’m singing the bitter story of goodbye even though my lips are closed
To leave behind the memories;
All the love and all the attachment;
It’s hard but I have no choice;
The road is crying out: come
The song in all it’s glory
