One of his works "The Hunter," the lyrics of which is written by Tara Aghdashloo, is charting up in Iranian youth Rock taste. The track is from their debut album, Songs of the Wolves, songs written by Raam and lyrics by Tara.
Red Light
King Raam Lyrics
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چرا بارون نمیآد، نمیآد
یه مشت خرت و پرت تو دستمه، جیره ی خنده هام تمومه
جیبم خالیه، دلم پر شده از هر چی که جاش خالیه
مثل تو مثل تو
دلم تنگ شده واسه ی نارنگی های تهرون، لواسون، ایرون
خونه کثیفه، کلیدم گم شده، گلدون خشک شده، حواسم پرته
بیا توی سر من، ببین چه خر تو خریه
چراغ قرمزه توی صورتم
این همه سوال و من بی جوابم، مثل تو
یه گلّه ی خرفت بالا سرم وایستاده میگن این خوبه، اون بده
ماتیک قرمزت روی پیرهنم جا مونده و من نمی شورمش
آینده ی مملکت تو جیب خالی من و توست
من و توست
خونه کثیفه، کلیدم گم شده، گلدون خشک شده، حواسم پرته
میگن جوونی، خوشحال باش، اما دستهام خستن
بیا توی سر من، ببین چه خر تو خریه
چی میشه بارون بیاد
صورتم رو بشوره
چی میشه که دوباره
فصل نارنگی بشه
چی میشه فندک بزنم
خطّ قرمز بسوزه
مثل یونجه دود بشه
مثل یونجه دود بشه
In King Raam's song "Red Light," he sings about being stuck at a red light, feeling a sense of stagnation in his life and longing for something more. He laments that he has a handful of trivial things in his possession while his heart is filled with emptiness. He compares himself to the vibrancy of Tehran, longing for the orange colors and bazaars, while he feels trapped in his own life in a dirty apartment with lost keys and a dried-out plant. He expresses frustration with the societal pressure to be happy in one's youth and the weariness he feels as a result.
He personifies the red light, saying it's like a question mark on his face, emblematic of the questions he has about his life and future. He sees the foolishness of comparing himself to others, as they are like him with their own set of problems. He identifies that the future of the country is tied to his own future as well as the concept of the "empty pockets" they share. The song ends with a series of hypotheticals about what could happen if the rain washes his face, if the orange season returns, if he lights a match and burns the red line of his life, it could all be like the smoke of hay.
Overall, the song "Red Light" is a poignant commentary on the frustration and stagnation that many people feel with their lives, and how it can be challenging to see a way forward. King Raam highlights the emptiness that comes with comparing oneself to others, the pressure to be happy when one is young, and the challenges of feeling trapped in a stagnant life.
Line by Line Meaning
چراغ قرمزه من وایستادم نفس بگیرم
I'm standing at the red light trying to catch my breath
چرا بارون نمیآد، نمیآد
Why isn't it raining?
یه مشت خرت و پرت تو دستمه، جیره ی خنده هام تمومه
I'm holding onto a bunch of random things, my laughter has run out
جیبم خالیه، دلم پر شده از هر چی که جاش خالیه
My pockets are empty, my heart is full of everything that's missing
مثل تو مثل تو
Like you, like you
دلم تنگ شده واسه ی نارنگی های تهرون، لواسون، ایرون
I miss the orange sunsets of Tehran, Lavasan, and Iron
خونه کثیفه، کلیدم گم شده، گلدون خشک شده، حواسم پرته
My house is dirty, I've lost my keys, my plants are dying, I'm scatterbrained
میگن جوونی، خوشحال باش، اما دستهام خستن
They say 'you're young, be happy,' but my hands are tired
بیا توی سر من، ببین چه خر تو خریه
Come into my head and see what a mess it is
این همه سوال و من بی جوابم، مثل تو
All these questions and I have no answers, like you
یه گلّه ی خرفت بالا سرم وایستاده میگن این خوبه، اون بده
A cloud of confusion is hovering over me, some say it's good, others say it's bad
ماتیک قرمزت روی پیرهنم جا مونده و من نمی شورمش
Your red lipstick mark is still on my shirt, and I don't want to wash it off
آینده ی مملکت تو جیب خالی من و توست
The future of the country is in our empty pockets
من و توست
It's just you and me
چی میشه بارون بیاد
What if it rains?
صورتم رو بشوره
It'll wash my face
چی میشه که دوباره
What if
فصل نارنگی بشه
It becomes the season of orange sunsets
چی میشه فندک بزنم
What if I light a match
خطّ قرمز بسوزه
And the red line burns
مثل یونجه دود بشه
Like hay, turn into smoke
مثل یونجه دود بشه
Like hay, turn into smoke
Writer(s): Ramin Seyed Emami
Contributed by Jonathan N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@yegim8036
It`s red light I stopped to take a breath, Why is not raining, not raining
Have bunch of stuff in my hand, my laughs ration is over
My pocket is empty, my heart is full of anything that is not there…Like you like you
I miss for tangerines of Tehran, Lavasan, Iran
House is dirty, my key is lost, the plant is dried, I’m lost, They say you are young, be happy, but my hands are tired, Come to my head, look what a mess is it there
It is red light in my face, There is so many questions and I don`t have answer, like you
A flock idiot are stand up my head and say this good, this bad
Your red lipstick is remained on my shirt and I don`t wash it
Future of the country is in the empty pocket of you and me
House is dirty, my key is lost, the plant is dried, I’m lost, They say you are young, be happy, but my hands are tired, Come to my head, look what a mess is it there
What if it rains
Wash my face
What if that again
The tangerine season comes
What if I hit the lighter
The red light burn
Smoke like hay
Smoke like hay
@bazinga489
I think Persian language is one of the most melodic language among the all languages. It always touches my heart. I am a Turkish and I really want to learn Persian language and culture . So much respect and love. Thank you for this heartwarming song 😊💓
@amirhosseinghasemi6280
but as a persian speaker, i think persian is a bullshit language. but iranians culture is nice overaly.
@kianart.jewellery
یه رفیق قدیمی دارم به نام عاشق همیشه صداتو می شنوم یاد اون می افتم این مدل یوگی خوندن 😍 اون صداش خداست
@jesusraydelsanchezrodrigue8279
Beautiful voice and lyrics. Greetings from Cuba!
صدا و شعر زیبا. سلام از کوبا!
@atvkli
In my opinion, the best music from KING RAAM
@alanflanders5472
Great song greetings from Mexico
@mtq241
Old and gold
@engineeringmech2090
woww Raam Wooww
@yegim8036
It`s red light I stopped to take a breath, Why is not raining, not raining
Have bunch of stuff in my hand, my laughs ration is over
My pocket is empty, my heart is full of anything that is not there…Like you like you
I miss for tangerines of Tehran, Lavasan, Iran
House is dirty, my key is lost, the plant is dried, I’m lost, They say you are young, be happy, but my hands are tired, Come to my head, look what a mess is it there
It is red light in my face, There is so many questions and I don`t have answer, like you
A flock idiot are stand up my head and say this good, this bad
Your red lipstick is remained on my shirt and I don`t wash it
Future of the country is in the empty pocket of you and me
House is dirty, my key is lost, the plant is dried, I’m lost, They say you are young, be happy, but my hands are tired, Come to my head, look what a mess is it there
What if it rains
Wash my face
What if that again
The tangerine season comes
What if I hit the lighter
The red light burn
Smoke like hay
Smoke like hay
@PetraPertusa
+Yeganeh Imani merci beaucoup ! ...