[Part 1 - Fard]
In pursuit of the good fortune, your pockets are empty
Your hunger great, frustration eats up your soul
Every second person behaves like an actor
Sometimes you don't even recognise your own wife
And they ask: 'What're you talking about?'
Your home far away, and your longing great
I'm praying for the hereafter
But now I want a mansion in white, a Mercedes in black
Father has warned me of this life
But I'm turning a blind eye and live for the day
You see Gucci and Prada in the shop window
But the pane in front becomes your dream catcher
Father slaves away, there's a war back home
His little boy is now in love with banknotes
The hearts are cold, cold as gold
And all that's left for you in the end, is false pride
[Hook 2x - Jason Anousheh]
Listen to your heart, all that glitters is not gold
Have you ever wanted this?
You know who you really are
Listen to your heart
[Part 2 - Fard]
In pursuit of the good fortune you forget who you are
Living in the West, eating like a hyena
No-one wants to waste their time
Hoping good fortune is lying in their hands
I've learnt that here you're not allowed to share
You think of nothing but yourself, and I of myself+
We're not friends, and will never be
Nothing's free, come on and go* back home
It's money or God in your religious war
Helpless(ly), exit route into the dream factory
You want the mansion, the Benz, the Breitling
Rather die fighting than live like a coward
Let's see where my journey will take me
Maybe Death is just around the corner^
The hearts are cold, cold as gold
And all that's left for you in the end, is false pride
[Hook 2x]
[Part 3 - Fard]
They prize money above family, money above friends
All that money controls their dreams
Because they never want to be hungry again
But when you're dead your money isn't going to cry after you
Money is a whore and she knows her price
She wants your soul as a token of love
That's why the hearts are cold, cold as gold
We live in the West with false pride
[Hook 2x]