این دختر شماست و به شما محرمه است درسته نه اینطوری که در ویدئو میگه . اولین کامنت خودم را سه سال پیش گذاشتم، دومین را پارسال و این سومین کامنت من میباشد. در این سه سال اتفاق های بدی برام افتاده ولی هنوز از علاقه ام به سیاه بازی چیزی کم نشده، با یادآوریش لجم درمیاد ولی یک کاست داشتم دو طرف سیاه بازی سید حسین یوسفی بود. از ایران اورده بودم با خودم به کانادا ، برده بودم داخل گاراژ منزل با یک ضبط مدل پائین به ان دو داستان هر چند وقت یکبار گوش میکردم بازی حیرت انگیز مرحوم سید حسین موسوی با همین گروه مرحوم سعدی افشار بودند، حیف شد. سال قبل از انقلاب خریده بودم ، پسرم بدونه اینکه داخل ضبط را چک کنه، ضبط مدل پائینن را دور انداخت هنوز دارم حرص میخورم. ببخشید طولانی شد.
Little boy on one weary, strange afternoon Stood with closed eyes among tiresome toys Slowly he started to ride on his dream horse This will help perhaps As he glances up, he found a big stone Magical white stone at his feet And the little boy doesn't play with anything else now Miracle stone awaits him The one who has chosen; Became the chosen one Do so and find the weight of you life! He never stopped, wandered endlessly Always wanted more and more he received He left behind everyone but his magical stone To the stone he was faithful Hundreds waited him back, thousands he abandoned Invisible stone marked his shoulders Carried his stone, which he could only see Until he arrived home The one who has chosen; Became the chosen one Do so and find the weight of you life Ailing heart doesn't beat so wildly now On his face, a lingering innocent smile A gray slob of stone lays next to his feet And outside twilight sets in Soft light descends on his head gently Now the heaviness becomes free of the weight The hard stone dissolves into haze Flies away suddenly The one who has chosen; Became the chosen one Do so and look for the weight of you life!
