اینکار متاسفانه توسط گروه 2012 بعد از جدایی شاهین از این گروه بدون اجازه ایشون و با تغییر نام برای پخش به صدای امریکا ارسال شده بود
IN ENGLISH:متن آهنگ به انگلیسی
Title: around us [our hood]
Just as I opened my eyes, I was already tired of life. I dont know what happened, but I grew old while I was young. They told me I was a lefty, on the wrong path, a not a believer. But when did you answer my questions? From the day I opened my eyes, there was the war. In fathers hand there was a gun instead of a pen. The answer to each of my questions was a rock. Let me tell the story for once. You and I both know the pain and the roots. Let me think I am a human, for once. Let me think I live in a normal [healthy] society, for once. Let me forget that Ive been beaten in the head for 20 years; that I am worthless, dirt, left over. Let me close my eyes and not see [witness] my sisters gaze, my mothers cry. Let me close my eyes and say that I am fortunate; that I have a tomorrow and I look forward to it. You laugh inside if you are pampered in abundance. But life for us is something else. Its the moments which have passed in dreams. The red tears of eyes full of blood. This is not life, this is convulsing, dying. Its like waking alive each morning, and dying every night. Its like going after returned checks, dealing with poverty, with all that is unfortunate. Its like holding your skirt over your head, loosing all the respect in your hood, wanting to die. You must sell yourself, you need money. If they beat you in the head, you remain quite. I told this to many but no one responded. Around us: its always night, a scary night. Around us: even death is sick, around us: each person is riding many, around us: its a collection of measure. Around us whore is the name for the housewife with no other means for dinner. Around us [men of] knowledge sit on the sidewalks, its real hard not to feel ashamed of yourself. Where what it means to be a human is always under question, living like one is very hard. There is a heavy load on your shoulder; frightening voices occupy your ears. Murderers are studying at the universities, and students are in prison. Around us Nationality is a broken tableau [piece of stone referring to the Persepolis, etc - broken]; identity is a door which has been closed for 14 centuries [Arab/Islamic invasion and what ensued]. In our hood men are half price; worth less than a dog. Here we are used to being beaten in the head [expression forced to obey]. God laughs, bares witness to this. Here if you are sad, they suggest suicide as the solution. Here living is harder than life. Here living is harder than life. Around us