مرد مست داستان حاکم شهری که به مردمش ظلم میکنه ولی این ظلم دوامی نداره و مردمی که متحد نبودند دست به دست هم میدن و حاکم رو از شهر بیرون می کنند. امیدواریم که با این آهنگ ارتباط برقرارکنید. ما هم بتونیم نسخه پایانی رو همراه با آلبوم هر چه زود تر براتون آماده کنیم

Night came, day came and month came
The drunk man
With a gun in his hand

He smashed the arms, smashed the legs,
The bullets that stayed in the Hearts
In my heart, in your heart, my curse, your curse

The rootless drunk man.

City Engulfed in grief.
The People Cattle out of tyranny
Singing of the sorrow
Of the ignoble Knavish man.
Of the murderer drunk foe.

The fatherland sunk in cold night with Grief and the pain.
Lots of pain
We will join hands and
We go to avulse the grief root
The roots of this much mourning night.

Men and Women
all hand on hand
all unisonous
all Support each other
Against oppression
All single-hearted in love of fatherland
They're all together in one letter
“ This is all deception and lies.
These are all thieves and shameless runty”

The city In the midst of fire and smoke
People injured, wounded and bruised
They coalesce and get out of their houses
In the middle of the streets all together squalled
Get out of our city

The Night passed by, the Day passed by, and the Month passed by
The drunk man vanquished.

Mard E Mast (The Drunk Man)

Boht Band is Iranian band formed in early 2011

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