ASADI WORLDWIDE

Dance Potion

Production, m&m : Barbod Bahadorzadeh
Lyrics : Nik
Art : Shayan Ebrahimi

DD (with Qazule)

Holding My Breath

Holding My Breath (Live)

Producer / Music producer : Dana Alinaqi
Songwriter : Esun
Cover : Esun

Vrs 

To kojaye in donyaei
Ke toro peydat nemikonam
Raftam ba kooche parastooha
Be hamoon bahari ke gomet kardam


Crs

Bi to harja beram 
Khaterehaat ye geran rooye qalbe man ...

Vrs 2

Chetor toonesti beri az pisham
Moonde harfaat hanooz too gooshm

Balam shekastan
Nisti too aqoosham
Mibinam soqootemoono
Bayad bargardi pisham

© BEPOP MUSIC 2025

KOOCH

Tasian

Jaane Shirin

Jaane Shirin (feat. Tara Salahi)

It hurts to spew this from my bowels onto the simple page

AwakeBurnt at the Stake

songwriter / music producer : Dana Alinaqi
guitars : Shayan Amiri

vrs 

man ahle parvaazo shekaste baalam
khoda midoone chie ahvaalam
ba cheshme baste biaaboongardam
faqat donbale cheshaam migardam

crs

amaan amaan az qame to
bavaram nemishe raftaneto
amman amaan az dele man
bepar ey boofe shoom az shooneye man

vrs 

kenare to toofaan davoom avordani bood
too cheshmaat qesseye hezaro yek shab khoondani bood
man az bidarie shab ta sobam bizaram
chon too khaab faqat toro daram

2025

AMAAN

Nemikhamet

Artist: Saeed Sharifinejad - Aka volek
• Main artist : #saeedsharifinejad
• Title: Ali bi Gham
• Date : 2025 dec 1
• Coverart : #SaeedSharifinejad
• Genre : #DISCOjazz
• Type: #REMIX
• Written and produced by : Saeed Sharifinejad
• Mastered by: Saeed Sharifinejad

Ali Bi Gham

غریبی بس مرا دلگیر دارد
فلک بر گردنُم زنجیر دارد
فلک از گردنُم زنجیر بردار
که غربت خاک دامنگیر دارد

I woke up late again — the sun felt wrong,
same walls, same ghosts, same quiet song.
My thoughts still pull like an iron chain,
I drag them through another day again.

The air feels thick, I barely breathe,
I talk to silence — it talks to me.
Feels like the world forgot my name,
and I’m too weak to do the same.

غریبی بس مرا دلگیر دارد
فلک بر گردنُم زنجیر دارد
فلک از گردنُم زنجیر بردار
که غربت خاک دامنگیر دارد

The chain hums low beneath my chest,
I whisper back, it never rests.
The room dissolves, the light turns grey,
I fade where dreams and daylight fray.

Maybe tomorrow will forget my face,
maybe that’s mercy, maybe it’s grace.
The dust still clings — it calls my name,
soft and slow… it sounds the same.

Zanjir | زنجیر

Old Poet turned singer songwriter - Songs from my heart and mind for your hearts and minds - United we sing ......Really mine really yours !

AwakeBurnt at the Stake

Thoughts and Ones