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Rokh

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2026/07/12
Lyrics by ASL
Composer ASL
Arrangement Haj Ali
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Lyrics by ASL
Composer ASL
Arrangement Haj Ali

About this release

“Rokh” is the second track from the conceptual album “Az Pist Ta Amma,” capturing the moment when pressure stops being merely painful and begins to transform into fuel.

Blood boils in the veins, turns into sweat, and falls drop by drop onto the ground where a new future is about to be built. In “Rokh,” exhaustion is not the end of the story. Every drop becomes a form of rebirth, and every failure becomes another stage in the making of someone who refuses to remain a product of his circumstances.

At its core, the song is about resilience — but not resilience as passive endurance. It is the story of a mind that has been pushed against the wall, broken down, rebuilt, and finally driven to push back. The “frozen cage” is more than an external system. It can represent fear, hopelessness, habit, the past, or anything that keeps a person trapped in place. The narrator sees the darkness around him, but instead of remaining its victim, he turns his attention inward and takes responsibility for what happens next.

The proud old man growing inside him represents the voice of experience — a version of himself shaped by years of falling, learning, losing, rebuilding, and paying the price for every step forward. That voice now knows the road. He no longer needs the outside world to tell him where to go. He has become his own guide.

The recurring question, “How much time do I really have?” carries one of the song's central ideas. It is not a cry of despair. It is a confrontation with mortality and the brutal awareness that time is life's most valuable currency. Once that truth is understood, there is only one meaningful response: build.

Build with the happiness.
Build with the dreams.
Build with the failures, bad luck, pressure and everything that was supposed to hold you back.

Rather than waiting for life to become perfect, the narrator decides to create with whatever life has already placed in his hands.

Another important part of “Rokh” is its rejection of the idea that growth can only come through conventional education. Someone who once ran from classrooms eventually reaches for books by choice. Music, films, books, failure and real life become his education. Knowledge is no longer something to memorize for approval; it becomes something that enters his bloodstream, giving him life, confidence and the ability to think for himself.

This leads to one of the track's most important realizations: the mind itself is capital.

Even when others see no value in his thoughts, he refuses to sell them cheaply. His time, ideas and future have value whether the outside world recognizes it or not. A meaningful future, in his eyes, is not something a person simply receives. It has to be constructed.

“Rokh” is therefore not the victory song of someone who has already reached the finish line. It is the voice of someone still standing in the middle of the fight — wounded, unfinished and moving forward.

He is no longer waiting to be rescued.

He is building himself from the very things that once had the power to destroy him.

It is the moment when you stand tall while the wounds are still open, look back at everything that brought you here, look ahead at everything that remains, and finally understand that the person who has to carry you through the rest of the road is you.

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The blood in my veins boiled, turned to sweat and fell Drop by drop it rained until my whole being broke its shell Every drop that fell gave birth to what comes next From the heart of pain and struggle, a new face rose and shined I spent every tick of the clock just to become who I am To turn this dirt beneath my feet into a garden with my hands With every fall, I stood back up I put my own mind through hell, until I finally saw a door It's been a long time now, there's a proud old man inside me Telling me where to go and what is truly right for me So watch me as I keep moving down this road Now I'm the one who's learned exactly where to go Why should I keep breathing in this frozen cage? I'm more sickened by this game and every filthy role it plays If I don't crush this world beneath my feet I rose, I built, I broke everything I had Every day the same thing happened till I finally learned to stand Now nothing in this world can shake me anymore 'Cause I've faced every weakness they could ever use against me I'm not afraid anymore For every promise that I broke, I made a promise to myself I brought order to everyone and everything I had So I can build one hell of a future How much time do I really have? So I'll build whatever I want With all my happiness, with all my dreams With every stroke of bad luck and every trouble that I face How much time do I really have? So I'll build whatever I want With all my happiness, with all my dreams With every stroke of bad luck and every trouble that I face With my eyes closed, I could see the whole road ahead All alone, I was the one who clapped for myself I was down low, but I was still high I'm talking about my body, I'm talking about my soul My soul kept pushing my body forward Until I could finally reach this feeling I was the one who used to run from school and class Then I picked up a book, heard what it had to say, and felt it I read and read until the words ran through my blood Those very books were what gave me life I learned from music and movies, from every high and low Those were the things that built my confidence and made it grow They kept telling me, "Get up now, go and make a move Trust yourself, and God will send His blessings down to you" A future and a good life are things you build, not things you own That's exactly why I became someone who works and builds his own I learned that my mind is my true credit Even if it's worth zero inside the minds of those who think poor So I decided I would never sell it Even if its price was nothing but a zero I'll go all the way myself so I never end up wasted So I don't spend my final days stuck to a couch Staring at the patterns in the carpet How much time do I really have? So I'll build whatever I want With all my happiness, with all my dreams With every stroke of bad luck and every trouble that I face How much time do I really have? So I'll build whatever I want With all my happiness, with all my dreams With every stroke of bad luck and every trouble that I face
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چه قافیه ای داره اولش... باریکلا 🤟
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