Paroles et traduction Ali Magic Mg - Mashti Ali

Mashti Ali

پشت ميني بوسم نوشته يادگار آقام بود
که اوراق شده يه گوشه دم در گاراژ بود
يه يا علي گفتم و رفتم سراغش
غلامت منمو يه لنگ رو آينه
يادش بخير پارسال بهار
دسته جمعي زيارت رفته بوديم با سياوش
مشهد شده بود قيامت
يه انگشتر عقيق تو انگشت سوغات بيارم
يه تسبيح با عطر مشهد واسه مينيبوس گرفتم
برگشتم ديدم سر محل
جمعه يه ملت
واي اسفند دودو گوسفند خون
کار علي فرصت حاجي نصرت و رضا پونصد بود
واي رخصت زود
خلاصه بعد ماچو موچ کردن يه گله آدم رفتيم دم حوضچه
آب زديم سر و صورتمونو نشستيم سر سفره
از اون موقع تا الان بهمون ميگن مشتي شديم
کوچيکتون مشتي علي

مشتي علي
منم من
که ميشناسنم محلم
يه راننده اتوبوس مشتي که مثه يه پرندس
تو اين گاراژ همه لوتين
با مرامن از دم

وقتي حاجيت مياد تو سر خم ميکنن از دم

ميني بوسم آبيه ، رنگ درياييه
بوي خوب ميده هميشه مثه عطاريه
عطر مشهد از درش
عکس آقام سر درش
جلو آينه رضا موتوري و همدمش
گوشه آينه بغل سمت راستشم عکس آقامون فردينه
اون طرفم همسرش
هر کي مياد تو ميني بوس عشق ميکنه از سرش
ميني بوس حاجيت تک پره

عزت زياد آخر خطه
د لوتي تو لفت نده

مشتي علي
منم من
که ميشناسنم محلم
يه راننده اتوبوس مشتي که مثه يه پرندس
تو اين گاراژ همه لوتين
با مرامن از دم
وقتي حاجيت مياد تو سر خم ميکنن از دم

Mashti Ali

On the back of my minibus is a remembrance note from my Master,
Who is now lost and in a corner of the garage.
I recited the Ya Ali invocation and went to him,
A lowly servant like me and a broken mirror,
Last spring,
We journeyed in a group with Siavash to pilgrimage,
Mashad was like Judgment Day,
I brought back an agate ring as an offering from my visit,
Pray beads with the aroma of Mashad for the minibus.
When I returned, I saw that in the neighborhood,
There was a crowd on Friday
Woe, smoke from the fire of a burnt sheep,
Ali the Driver, Haji Nasrat, and Reza 500 were in action
Farewell, soon,
In short, we kissed and embraced, then a herd of us went to the pool,
We washed our face and hands in the water and sat at the table,
From then until now, they have called us holy men,
Your little holy man, Ali.

Mashti Ali,
It's me
I'm known around here,
A minibus driver, as legendary as a bird,
All the guys in here are gentlemen,
They're all genteel.

When you arrive, they all bow their heads, oh holy one.

My minibus is blue, the color of the ocean,
It always smells good, like a perfumery,
Fragrance of Mashad from its doors,
My Master's picture at the head,
On the mirror, Reza the motorcyclist and his buddy,
On the corner of the right passenger-side mirror, a picture of our holy father, Fardin,
His wife on the other side,
Everyone who steps inside my minibus falls in love with it,
Your minibus is one of a kind,

Greatest respect at the end of the line,
Don't let anyone make fun of you,

Mashti Ali,
It's me
I'm known around here,
A minibus driver, as legendary as a bird,
All the guys in here are gentlemen,
They're all genteel.
When you arrive, they all bow their heads, oh holy one.