When it's time to bury my drunken self
Put a cask of wine underneath my burial shroud

So I can drink from the wine on my way to hell
Plant grape stalks on my burial plot

That moment when I meet with the damned
I will bring a cask of red wine as a present

However much I didn't drink of the smooth wine while buried
I will sit and repay it with the damned

I know of nothing other than goblets, cups, and cupbearers
My entire foundation is drinking and happiness

I know of nothing other than goblets, taverns, and cupbearers
My entire foundation is drinking and happiness

If, like Homay, I suffer in the desire for love
If I suffer in the desire for love
I have no fear of the fire of hell

When it's time to bury my drunken self
Put a cask of wine underneath my burial shroud

So I can drink from the wine on my way to hell
Plant grape stalks on my burial plot

آن دم که مرا می زده بر خاک سپارید
زیر کفنم خمره ای از باده گذارید
تا در سفر دوزخ از این باده بنوشم
بر خاک من از ساقه انگور بکارید
آن لحظه که با دوزخیان کنم ملاقات
یک خمره شراب ارغوان برم به سوغات
هرقدر که در خاک ننوشیدم از این باده صافی
بنشینم و با دوزخیان کنم تلافی
جز ساغر و پیمانه و ساقی نشناسم
بر پایه پیمانه و شادی است اساسم
گر همچو همای از عطش عشق بسوزم
از آتش دوزخ نهراسم نهراسم

colors don't glow
light doesn't shine
and trying to find out what matters is the only thing that matters
how come your passion and hardwork always seem to reward you with the misery of it not meaning anything? (src)

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His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a Turk's head knot, an axle hitch, a Carrick bend
He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee
Auf wiedersehen, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

بهم گفت بهم نمیخوره will wood گوش بدم و الان هربار گوش میدم احساس گناه میکنم

نکنه دروغ میگم

ما امشب یه بادکنک رو شکنجه دادیم

This is ground control to major Tom