literal translation (basically garbage) for non-Iranian folks in the channel:

a member of Basij went to take a stroll
a person from Rasht took him and fucked him

I'm so fucking BORED

I'm tired of all my hobbies too.
I can't paint, I can't play TS4, I can't watch movies or series, I can't read a fucking book.
Hell, I can't even jerk off.
All I do is eat, shit and sleep which is slowly causing me to transform into a big fat panda. I fucking hate this.

why hello there, my love.

red velvet says hi too.

sensory pleasure is the only pleasure I can experience these days.

it happened AGAIN.

Closer to the ending
She's still not pretending
Crying eyes won't recognize the way she feels about him

She'll just go on living
The river keeps on rolling
Knowing all the time she'll never understand just what it means to love her

The way you'd love her
The way you'd love to love her
The way you'd love her

she'll never understand just what it means to love her

I don't know a single Iranian who doesn't know this song

TRANSLATION:


if you leave one day
if you leave me without notice
I'll be bound to my dreams
I'll be alone again

I'll tell the night to stay with me
I'll tell the wind to sing until morning
to sing from the land of love
why are you leaving me alone?

if you forget me
if you leave my embrace
I'll be a seabird
I'll be at the mercy of sea waves

I'll tell my heart to stay silent
I'll leave so that everyone knows
that I'm leaving for the land
in which you wouldn't leave me alone

if one day your name
rings in my ear
if your sorrow comes back
to make me sick again

I'll tell my heart to leave it alone
to let your pain heal
and let it go to my soul
so that I could sing for you again
so that I could sing for you again

if you still want us
to be each other's lovers
like in the old days
where we would sit together until dawn

your heart needs to come alive with colour
to sing again
to become the colour of the land
in which you wouldn't leave me alone

if you want to stay with me
come, for the rest of our youth
while we still have skin on our bones
don't let my heart stay alone

let my night come alive with colour
to sing again
to become the colour of the land
in which you wouldn't leave me alone

if one day your name
rings in my ear
if your sorrow comes back
to make me sick again

I'll tell my heart to leave it alone
to let your pain heal
and let it go to my soul
so that I could sing for you again
so that I could sing for you again

if one day your name
rings in my ear
if your sorrow comes back
to make me sick again

I'll tell my heart to leave it alone
to let your pain heal
and let it go to my soul
so that I could sing for you again
so that I could sing for you again

so that I could sing for you again
so that I could sing for you again
so that I could sing for you again
so that I could sing for you again

POV: You're just back from a short trip into the desert and you scratch your scalp a little.

Choosing what you wear is a basic right. It's crazy that wanting this simple choice is such a big thing and simultaneously "trivial" in the eyes of the small-minded.

Let's grow old together and die at the same time.

her first time seeing snow