Lyrics and translation Tak - Bass Drums and Sounds

Bass Drums and Sounds

ﻭﺭﺱ 1
ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺑﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺑﺲ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﯾﻪ ﺳﺮﯾﺎﺯ ﺧﻮﺏ ﺷﻢ ﮐﻪ ﭼﯽ ﻫﺎ؟
ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺗﻮﯼ ﻗﺼﺮ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﻣﺜﻞ ﮐﺴﺨﻼ ﺑﺪﻡ ﮐﺸﯿﮏ ﻫﺎ؟
ﮔﻔﺘﯽ ﻧﻤﯿﺮﺳﯽ ﺑﻪ ﻫﯿﭻ ﺟﺎ
ﺑﯿﺮﻭﻥ ﻧﺮﻩ ﺍﺯ ﮔﻠﯿﻢ ﭘﺎﺕ
ﺳﺮ ﺷﺎﻩ ﺗﻮﯼ ﺩﺳﺘﻢ ﻣﻠﮑﻪ ﺭﻭ ﭘﺎﻡ ﺑﻬﻢ ﻣﯿﺘﻮﻧﯽ ﺑﮕﯽ ﺷﺎﻩ
ﺟﺮﺍﺕ ﯾﻌﻨﯽ ﭘﺮﻭﺍﺯ
ﮐﻨﯽ ﻭﻗﺘﯽ ﻫﺴﺖ ﺗﺮﺱ ﺑﺎﺕ
ﭘﺎﻣﻮ ﺍﺯ ﮔﻠﯿﻤﻢ ﺑﯿﺮﻭﻥ ﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻢ
ﮐﺸﯿﺪﻣﺶ ﺑﯿﺮﻭﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺏ
ﺑﻮﺳﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻡ
ﻭﻗﺖ ﺷﻤﺮﺩﻥ ﭘﻮﻝ
ﭼﻮﻥ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺑﻮﺳﺎﯼ ﺷﺎﻩ ﻧﻔﺮﯼ ﯾﻪ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺖ ﺩﺳﺘﺸﻮ
ﺑﺮﺩﻥ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻮﺭ ﻫﺪﻓﺎﻡ ﺑﺎﻫﺎﻡ ﻓﺎﺻﻠﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﻥ
ﺷﮑﺴﺘﻢ ﻣﯿﺪﻭِﻩ ﻗﺸﻨﮓ ﭘﺸﺖ ﺳﺮﻡ
ﺗﺎ ﻧﻔﺴﺎﻡ ﺁﺗﯿﺶ ﺩﺍﺭﻩ
ﻗﺮﺍﺭﻩ ﺑﺨﻮﻧﻢ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻮﺷﺎﺕ ﺗﻨﻔﺲ ﻧﺪﻡ
ﺗﻮ ﺍﯾﻦ ﮐﺎﺭ ﭼﯽ ﻣﯿﺒﯿﻨﯽ؟
ﻣﻦ ﻧﻮﺷﺘﻤﺶ ﺑﺎ ﺗﻨﻔﺮ ﻓﻘﻂ
ﺗﻨﻔﺮ ﻓﻘﻂ ، ﺟﺬﺍﺏ ﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻓﺴﺎﻧﻪ
ﻭﺍﻗﻌﯽ ﺗﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺴﺘﻨﺪ
ﻧﮕﻮ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯿﻢ ﺗﻠﻒ ﺷﺪ ﻫﻤﺶ
ﮐﺴﯽ ﻭﺍﺳﻪ ﺣﺮﻓﺎﻡ ﺗﺮﻩ ﻫﻢ ﺧﻮﺭﺩ ﻧﮑﺮﺩ
ﺧﻮﺩﺗﻮ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺪﺍ ﻧﺸﻮﻥ ﺑﺪﻩ
ﻧﮕﻪ ﺧﻮﺭﺩ ﻭ ﮐﺮﺩ ﺳﻘﻂ ﺷﺪ ﻓﻘﻂ
ﺟﻮﺭﯼ ﺑِﺒَﺮ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺩﺷﻤﻦ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻥ ﺑﮕﯿﺮﻥ ﺗﻘﻠﺐ ﺍﺯﺕ
ﮐﺎﺭﯼ ﮐﻦ ﺗﻬﺶ ﺑﮕﻦ ﭼﻬﺎﺭ ﺗﺎ ﺁﺱ
ﺍﻧﺪﺍﺧﺖ ﺗﻪ ﻭﺭﻕ ﺑُﺮ ﻧﺰﺩ
ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺑﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺑﺲ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺑﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺑﺲ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺑﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺑﺲ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﻧﺸﻮﻥ ﺑﺪﻩ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﻧﻔﺲ ﺩﺍﺭﯼ
ﺯﻭﺩﻩ ﻭﺍﺳﻪ ﺗﻌﻮﯾﺾ
ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺑﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺑﺲ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺑﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺑﺲ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺑﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺑﺲ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﺣﺎﻻ ﺣﺎﻻﻫﺎ ﻧﻔﺲ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ
ﺯﻭﺩﻩ ﻭﺍﺳﻪ ﺗﻌﻮﯾﺾ
ﺯﻭﺩﻩ ﻭﺍﺳﻪ ﺗﻌﻮﯾﺾ
ﺯﻭﺩﻩ ﻭﺍﺳﻪ ﺗﻌﻮﯾﺾ
ﺻﺒﺢ ﺗﺎ ﺷﺐ ﺣﺮﻓﯽ ﺗﻬﺶ ﺑﯿﮑﺎﺭ ، ﺍﯾﻨﻪ؟
ﻭﺭﺱ 2
ﺻﺒﺢ ﺗﺎ ﺷﺐ ﺣﺮﻓﯽ ﺗﻬﺶ ﺑﯿﮑﺎﺭ ،
ﺍﻭﻥ ﭘﻨﺒﻪ ﺭﻭ ﺍﺯ ﮔﻮﺷِﺖ ﺩﺭﺵ ﺑﯿﺎﺭ
ﺭﻭﺷﻦ ﻓﮑﺮﯼ ﻭﻟﯽ ﺗﻮ ﻫﺮ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺗﺎ ﺟﺎﯾﯽ ﻣﯿﺮﯼ
ﮐﻪ ﺧَﺮِﺕ ﻣﯿﺨﻮﺍﺩ
ﻏﻤﺖ ﮐﻮﺭﻭﺷﻪ ﻏﻤﺖ ﺍﯾﺮﺍﻧﻪ ،
ﺷﻨﯿﺪﻡ ﺍﺯ ﻏﻤﺖ ﺯﯾﺎﺩ
ﮔﻞ ﻣﯿﺰﻧﯽ ﻭ ﮐﻠّﯽ ﻭﻗﺖ ﮐﺸﯽ ،
ﺍﺯ ﻋﺮﺑﺎ ﺑﺪﺕ ﻣﯿﺎﺩ
ﺧﺪﺍ ﺭﻭ ﻣﯿﺸﻨﺎﺳﻢ ﻃﺒﯿﻌﺘﺎ
ﺗﺨﻤﻢ ﻫﻢ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﻋﻘﯿﺪﺕ ﻫﻢ
ﺣﻘﯿﻘﺖ ﻫﯿﭽﻮﻗﺖ ﮔﯿﺮ ﺍﺧﻼﻕ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ،
ﻣﻦ ﺩﺭﮔﯿﺮ ﺣﻘﯿﻘﺘﻢ
ﺑﯿﺎﻡ ﺗﻮ ﮐﻠّﺖ ﺧﻼﺹ ﻣﯿﺸﯽ ﻭﻟﯽ ﺑﻬﻢ ﻣﯿﮕﯽ ﺍﺫﯾﺘﻢ
ﻣﯿﮑﻨﯽ ﺟﻮﺭﯼ ﻣﯿﺘﺮﺳﯽ ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﺗﯿﺮ ﻧﺰﺩﯾﮏ ﺷﻘﯿﻘﺘﻢ ﻣﻦ
ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ ﺑَﻘﯿﺘﻢ
ﺁﺩﻡِ ﺍﻣﺮﻭﺯ ﻧﺎﻗﺼﻪ ﺑﺸﯿﻦ
ﻏﻢ ﺑﺎﺑﺎﯼ ﺯِﻧﺪَﺗﻮ ﺑﺨﻮﺭ ﺑﺎﺱ ﺑﺎﻻ ﺳﺮﺵ ﻓﺎﺗﺤﻪ ﺑﺪﯼ
ﮐﻞّ ﺯﻧﺪﮔﯿﺶ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺗﻮِ
ﺧﻮﺩﺕ ﺑﺎﺷﯽ ﺑﺎﺱ ﻗﺎﺗﻠﺶ ﺑﺸﯽ
ﻣﻦ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻗﺘﻞ ﺭﻭ ﮐﺮﺩﻡ ،
ﺑﺎ ﻗﺘﻠﺶ ﮐﺎﺭﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻋﺸﻖ ﮐﺸﯿﺪ
ﺑﺎ ﻗﺘﻠﺶ
ﻓﻘﻂ ﭘِﯽ ﺳﺮﮔﺮﻣﯿﺘﯽ ﮐﺎﺭِﺕ ﺍﯾﻨﻪ ﭘِﯽ ﮐﺎﺳﺒﺶ ﺑﺮﯼ
ﻣﺼﻄﻔﯽ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺁﺩﻡ ﻧﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﯾﻪ ﭘﮑﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻧﺎﺑﻪ ﺑﻬﺶ ﺑﺪﯾﻢ
ﺗــﻮ ﻣﺨﻢ ﯾﻪ ﻧﺎﺑﻐﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ
ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺟﻨﺲ ﻧﺎﺑﻢ ﺍﻭﻧﻪ
ﻣﺼﻄﻔﯽ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺁﺩﻡ ﻧﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﯾﻪ ﭘﮑﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻧﺎﺑﻪ ﺑﻬﺶ ﺑﺪﯾﻢ
ﺗــﻮ ﻣﺨﻢ ﯾﻪ ﻧﺎﺑﻐﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ
ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺑﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﻥ ﺑﺲ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ
ﻧﺸﻮﻥ ﺑﺪﻩ ﻫﻨﻮﺯ ﻧﻔﺲ ﺩﺍﺭﯼ
ﯾﻪ ﭘﮑﯽ ﮐﻪ ﻧﺎﺑﻪ ﺑﻬﺶ ﺑﺪﯾﻢ
از خوبا بودن بس نیست

Bass Drums and Sounds

Verse 1
I am not enough to be just good
I wondered what would happen if I tried a bunch of good things
When there is no life in the palace
Should I do guard duty like a ghoul?
You said you would never get anywhere
Don't step outside your boundaries
The queen is on my lap while the king's head is in my hand, can you call me the king
Courage means to fly
Do it even when you are scared
I put my foot outside my boundaries
I pulled her out of the water
There are no kisses on my hands
When counting money
Because the king's hand kissers each only took one of his fingers
Taking my goals to the grave, they are far away from me
I fall, she runs beautifuly behind me
As long as I breathe, there is fire
I will sing in your ear and not breathe
What do you see in this work?
I wrote it only with hate
Only hate, more tempting than a legend
More real than a documentary
Don't you say my life was wasted
Nobody even gave a damn about what I said
Show yourself to God
He held on and miscarried, that's all
Make your friends and enemies so jealous that they try to copy you
Do something so that in the end they tell you four aces
She threw it in the bottom of the deck and walked away
I am not enough to be just good
I am not enough to be just good
I am not enough to be just good
Show that you still have life
It's too early for an exchange
I am not enough to be just good
I am not enough to be just good
I am not enough to be just good
I still have a lot of life left
It's too early for an exchange
It's too early for an exchange
It's too early for an exchange
Words that are ultimately useless from morning to night, is that it?
Verse 2
Words that are ultimately useless from morning to night,
Take that cotton out of your ears
You are open-minded but there is a point up to which you will go in any path
That your donkey wants
Your sorrow is Cyrus, your sorrow is Iran,
I heard that you flower from too much sorrow
And waste a lot of time,
You hate the Arabs
I know God, of course
I don't give a damn about beliefs either
Truth is never stuck on morals,
I am concerned with the truth
I will get in your skull, but you still tell me that I am hurting you
You make it so that it seems that I shot you in the head when you are scared
Looking for the rest of myself
Today's man is incomplete, sit down
Mourn your living father, read the Fatiha over his head
His whole life is on you
If you are yourself, you must kill him
I committed this murder,
My murder led me on the path of love
With my murder
You just pursue excitement, you go after its money
Mustafa, this man cannot take a toke of pure stuff
I have a genius in my brain
My only pure sex is her
Mustafa, this man cannot take a toke of pure stuff
I have a genius in my brain
I am not enough to be just good
Show that you still have life
A toke of pure stuff
Being good is not enough