تو شلوغی های شهر
من همون یه عابرم
که به سمت یک هدف
توی دنیاش گم شده
با همه دلبستگیش
به مسیر پر خمش
که واسش رسالته
توی دنیاش غرق شده
آره من یه عابرم
رهگذر از خوشیا
فکر نکن کور شدم
این سهم من بوداز خوشا
من‌همون فریاد دردم
واسه نسلی که افتخارش
شده تدفین تویه خاکی
که هنوز گرم نگاهش
من بت وجودمو
تجربه شکست وکشت
اون برام اینه شد
من شدم واسش یه مشت
که نشم کشتی نوح توی بلا
که نشم زندانی توی صدا
و همین زیبا ترین موهیبته
مثه موج توی دریا پر از جسارته
اره من یه عابرم
رهگذراز خوشیا...
In the crowds of the city I'm a passerby
Who is toward a goal,he is drowned in his own world
With his all attachment to his winding path
Which is his mission,he is lost in his own world
Yes,I'm the passerby,a passerby of pleasures
Don't think I got blind,it was my share of joys
I'm the scream of pain for a generation that their proud is to be dead and buried in the soil but their look are still warm
The experience broke and murdered my idol inside
That became a mirrror to me and I punched to it
I dont want to be the noah's ark in the trouble
I dont want to be an imprisoned in the voice
And this is the most beautiful gift
It's full of courage like a wave in the sea
Yes I'm a passerby a passerby of pleasures
