ali naghavi - Freedom

I was sitting under a tree and was thinking how can be free
There was a hanging cage on a dead branch
In it, was a nightingale singing song to me
Then another was on the top of a green branch
One in the cage, one on the branch
A nightingale was between the bars of a cage
A nightingale was between the green leaves of the branches
Both of them were singing
The nightingale in the cage, the nightingale on the branch
One was singing happily, one was singing sorrowfully
The cage was full of seeds and pure water
But the bars, the bars, the bars were hateful
The door of the cage was close and the weather was painful
Both were in torture, one for needs one for deeds
But the other in the cage, should choose a book with one page
Book is the cage, page is bar, width of fly isn't far
I saw a difference between them. It was freedom, freedom, freedom
So, I listened them carefully. Sang happily, sorrowfully
To the nightingale on the branch, to the nightingale in the cage
I turned again this one page, to know the fate in the cage

ali naghavi

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