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The Stranger's Mirror — Mohsen Moussawi

The Stranger's Mirror

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The Stranger's Mirror

Mohsen Moussawi

From The Stranger's Mirror

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Tempo
143 BPM
Key
C major 81% confidence
Camelot
8B

Also reads as 72 or 286 BPM — tempo doubling is normal and both are correct.

Lyrics

Here the air is cold, the looks are heavy and dull

Exile is like a garment that is tight and full of thorns

They say the differences are beautiful — talk, and nothing in it!

Who has ever looked at "humiliation" and called it an honour?

My tongue goes slow, my hands and feet shake every time

I have become a "stammer" in this difficult game

Money, money, money, money! has become the god of this city

Work, work, work, work! has become the medicine of this city

I run and you run, and we can do nothing

honesty got lost in the racket of this city

Their law and their order took the shape of a cage for me

the old kindness and love turned into appetite here

Fear of decay, and of ageing too early, is in my very life

the will died, and tiredness became the one who breathes beside me

This being two things at once is bringing me down

nobody here plants a seed of "feeling"

Money, money, money, money! has become the god of this city

Work, work, work, work! has become the medicine of this city

I run and you run, and we can do nothing

honesty got lost in the racket of this city

My heart aches for that time when we were children

for the friends whose laughing needed no reason at all!

Regret comes looking for me at night

it says: go back — "homeland" has become a feeling you have to force

Hopelessness is burning through my root

the fear of changing sits me back down in the past

Money, money, money, money! has become the god of this city

Work, work, work, work! has become the medicine of this city

I run and you run, and we can do nothing

honesty got lost in the racket of this city

Iran...

a lump in the throat, far off...

a tiredness that does not leave...

a sorrow with no end to it...

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