Minibus Sabz

Everything is in its place
No room for complaints

Some are robbing
and some are policing

One steals , one loots
What's it got to do with us?

"Brother, turn around, this is none of your business"

It's a holiday tomorrow, call Vahik or Masis
In everyone pockets there are eyedrops
In their hands a bag of salami and yoghurt and chips


At the drugstore and pharmacy
Lined up for Ethanol and cough syrup, and painkillers with codeine
Thank God no one is sick

Loitering in the mall, harassing everyone in sight
The town square is going to be full of cops tonight

Ths city is in control of thugs, drug addicts and bribe takers
One is riding a scooter, one a 1000 cc motorbike


Recycled people in brand new packagings
Every butcher becomes a doctor with a white apron

With money you can easily buy anything from human lives, to powders pills and acid

Beautiful words, ugly deeds
Making everyones lives Hell, to get themselves into Heaven

Who was writing these words on the walls?
Everyone complaining about the hands of fate


Excuse me where is Azadi(Freedom) Cinema?
We dont have either but your trip starts right here

There is a green minibus waiting for the likes of you
Forces you to get on the bus, destination is Vozara