Sarina Lyrics

You rest in your own bed,You eat and sleep, timelyYou go to school,Having a high chance to live,You can't deny it, honey!Just take it easy!A father is always there to support youA tender mother whose heart just beats because of youSomeday, you'll grow upAnd you'll find how the life breaks you down, take it easy, honey!Be grateful for what you own,You're a painter, and life is your color and brushSo, it'll turn into what you wishDon't let that ominous owl to whisper on the roofTry not to cry,Your pretty face, not to turn red of shyTo experience is your right, honey!But there are some one-way roads in lifeBe careful of your relationsBe afraid of those man-like wolvesOnly a bare soul,Deserves your naked bodyTake care of the virginity of your soul, honey!It's not like the hymen, to be sewedKnow and read, not to be deceivedHold your head high, not to be obedientThe veil can't confine you,You determine the limitationsLife is a prison whose turnkey is you!Is it possible to chain up a mountain?! See your uncle, Sarina!His flower is now only a thorn,My life-story is just a tragedy, Sarina!Oh Sarina, Sarina, Sarina! Don't frown at that flower-seller girl,With a flower in hand, asking you to pay forDon't turn your back on her, thinking she differsSurely, there is a difference, honey!She's a poor girl, from downtownHer life is full of poverty, fear and darknessHer father is addicted, honey!You can see on her cheek,The sign of her father's cold slapShe's only 9, with no chance to studyShe feels the bitter taste of laborThe flower drooping in one's hand,The flower you pay for, unwillingly,It's not just a flower but a piece of breadFor her, maybe, not to be punished at homeDon't ask who to blame for?!Someday, you'll see,It's a long story, honey! Don't ask!The earth is full of those working hard,and those wealthy ones, full of obsessionhave built their own palaces by the hands of workersAnd so many sacrificed their life to this endYou can't tell this story to the othersThey'll laugh at you,The badness is their habitYou, paint your own paintingLet them to live for their own,just be yourself See your uncle, Sarina!His flower is now only a thorn,My life-story is just a tragedy, Sarina!Sarina, Sarina, Sarina! .Shahin Najafi - Sarina - http://motolyrics.com/shahin-najafi/sarina-lyrics.html