Paroles et traduction Amir Tataloo - Haramsara

Haramsara

أعوذ بالله، منم شیطان رجیم
عشق که پولی باشه
آدمای فقیر تنها میمونن و آدمای پولدار میوفتن به فکرِ حرمسرا
نمیکردی کاش منو صدا
میوفتن به فکرِ حرمسرا
نمیکردی کاش منو صدا، اَه

آ٫ زمین یه حرمسراس امّا تو این حرمسرا
وقتی پُره جنده میشد معلم ساختم از صبا
تو بگو جِر بگو پاره بگو جنگ من هستما
تنها رفتیم همه جا ولی اونا یهو ریختن بد مَصبا
تو همین حرمسرا، ننمون کُلفَت بود
منم که بچه بودم و میگرفت بغضم زود
بابا معتاد شد و رفت، یهو هیز شد عموم
بزرگ شدیم امّا فیریکش خب مونده کلا روم
صاحبِ حرمسرا، یه شیخ اَ خامنه بود
جَوونا رو تشنه میذاشت که بشن حامله زود
گرون که باشه همه چی جوش میخوره معامله خوب
با فقر و ترافیک و دزدی شدن عاملِ دود
پول که نباشه بگو به چه درد میخوره بابات پَه؟
آخه خب تو دنیا مگه چن تا مثه آرات هه؟
هر چقدم خوب باشی میمیری توو بی کِسی پَس
وگرنه تو همون شهرستانا صدتا لیونل مسی هس

منم و ترس، حبس، تند زدنِ نبض و استرس
منم و یه صدا که میگه سفت بمون و بهش برس
منم و درس، منم و درس، کلی درسِ زندگیو یه حس حرص
منم و ترس، نقض، تند زدنِ نبض و استرس
منم و یه صدا که میگه سفت بمون و بهش برس
منم و درس، منم و درس، کلی درسِ زندگیو یه حس حرص (منم و درس)

گاهی تنها مرگ درمان است نیک گوش بسپار: تنها مرگ
امّا برای رفتن بلیطی گران تر از ماندن نیاز است
گاهی آنان که میمانند بلیط و پای رفتن نداشتند
وگرنه میرفتند، وگرنه میرفتند
منم و کمبود که هزارتا فکرِ منفی به سرم زدا
انقده زده بالا، انقده داغِ مخم که فقط دلم میخواد یه حرمسرا
منم و هیولای تاریکی، منم و ابهام، منو فکرِ ملیکا مونا و الهام
منو کمرِ پُر، داره میزنه اِه بیرون اَ چشمام، پُع
بس سَکو سینه دیدم، خب فقط من از زَنا
مغزِ حرومم شده خودش یه پا حرمسرا
توی صفحه م فقط از کُص شنیدم و از زِنا
اینجا حتی بد آدمِ کُصکشین موذنا
مردمو بِگا بعد، اِسلامو پله کن
خودت دنبال سکسی فقط حتی پشتِ تلفن
خون بُکن تو شیشه بعد قایم شو پشتِ ریشت
توی شهر ما هرکی عاقل شد کُشته میشه
رئیسِ حرمسرا، رفتارا گاز اَنبُری
اِنقده در جا زدم که نفسم بازم برید
مردا همه اسکناسی، بی محتوا مثه ساسی
دخترا همه سوراخ فوری، همش پیِ قصه سازی
همه دنبالِ گولاخ طوری، عشقِ برنامه، عشقِ ماشین
معلوم نی شوهر داری یا جنده حق داری دچار اشتباه شی
اینجا عشقی نمونده که بیخودی چشم به راشی
حتی بهت کار نمیدن خره، یه خورده زشت که باشی
هرجا بری یه آدمِ مریض میبینی سَرِ پُسته، آره
اگه دنبال دادن نیستی، پس گمشو کصِّ خوارت
خوب بمالی محبوبی، عقب مونده ای اگه محجوبی
ولی خودشون عقب ترینن، طرز فکر، دوره سلجوقی

منم و ترس، حبس، تند زدنِ نبض و استرس
منم و یه صدا که میگه سفت بمون و بهش برس
منم و درس، منم و درس، کلی درسِ زندگیو یه حس حرص
منم و ترس، نقض، تند زدنِ نبض و استرس
منم و یه صدا که میگه سفت بمون و بهش برس
منم و درس، منم و درس، کلی درسِ زندگیو یه حس حرص (منم و درس)

منم و چهارتا دیوارِ به هم گره خورده
رو به روم انگاری هرچی دله مرده
منو یه تنه ی خشک، یه میوه ی کهنه
منو یه عده دریده ی گنده
منو فکر امضا تو پلیس
ببین یه جو معرفت توو تو نیست
منو نگرفتنِ حقم و غربت
منو یه مُشت لاشی، یه مُشت عشقِ شهرت
این تنم روحی نداره تو بیا چشمِ منم کور کن
من خایه شو ندارم خودکشیو تو منو مجبور کن
صبح تا شب، عین شب تا صبح
همه روزا عین همن
غُر میزنم عینِ ننم، ببین این رَگَرو کِی بزنم
از عشق و حال عُقم میگیره
زندگی یه جور اجباری عنه
پوچ شدن انگاری همه
موزیک تنها دلداری منه
من روزا رو خوابم ولی شب طعمَمو بیا بچش
توو آلبومت رو عکسِ من دوتا شاخ سیاه بکش
معلوم نی چه مرگمه اصلا معلوم نی که فازم چیه
کی این ترکیبو واسم چیده، حال ندارم که بسازم دیگه
هر کی اومد دوشید و غیب شد، شمارشو پاک کن بعد بگو
گم کردی گوشیتو حیف شد، ای بابا اینجوری که زشت شد
تکراریه تصویر هر روز، مغزِ رَدِ تعطیلتم گوز
هنو شبای ما سردِ چرا میاد توو سال تحویلتم سوز

منم و ترس، حبس، تند زدنِ نبض و استرس
منم و یه صدا که میگه سفت بمون و بهش برس
منم و درس، منم و درس، کلی درسِ زندگیو یه حس حرص
منم و ترس، نقض، تند زدنِ نبض و استرس
منم و یه صدا که میگه سفت بمون و بهش برس
منم و درس، منم و درس، کلی درسِ زندگیو یه حس حرص (منم و درس)

آری، من از هموطنِ خود دیدم، تهمت و قتل و ریا
چاقو از هم جنسِ خود خوردم، نه از اَجنبیا
من از اسلام دیدم، اعدام، شلاق، اجبار و تکرار
من از پدر و مادر خود دیدم، طلاق و جنگ و استکبار
آشنا که هست صداقت نيست
اين سكوتم از رضایت نیست (رضایت نيست)
دلت خونِ، چشاتم خيس
بغضت نوزده، گریه هاتم بیست
نفسم هست، هوا نيست
هیچ نورى توو شبا نيست
تَنِ من هست، صفا نيست
هيچى عينِ اَولا نيست
هه، تازگیا شعر مینویسم، خودکارم کافر میشه
ورقو که حرفشو نزن، پُرِ فحش خوار مادر میشه
چشاتو باز کن درست ببین، چندتا داری آدم پیشت؟
دور پُرِ گاوه با این فرق که اینجا میزنه گاوم نیشت
میگفتم، حرمسرا کارگر و بَرده میخواد
بی پول که باشن مغزِ پدر مادرو بچه میگاد
مُخ نَمونه حیوون بمونی دزدیَم راحت تره
هالو که باشی عزیزم خب میکنن راحت خَرت
مدیرِ حرمسرا هر رو یه جور فاز میده
آره شدی خطرناک چون بالا رفته بازدیدِ
آشپزِ حرمسرا انگار پای گاز ریده
توو قفسه ی موسیقی اسلحه به جا ساز چیده
آسمونو گرفتن، دریا رو طوفان کردن
خنده مُرده اینجا همه ایران و توران سَردن
گوسفندای گَله همه میوفتن تو دام بعداً
از گرگ میترسن امّا خب میزنه چوپان گردن
قلبِ من تیر میکِشه، کیرم توو این داوری
امیدم به تَش بود، اینم از این آخری
با این وضعیت ببین حق داری اگه کافری
خبری نی دیگه از اون سرزمینِ مادری

منم و ترس، حبس، تند زدنِ نبض و استرس
منم و یه صدا که میگه سفت بمون و بهش برس
منم و درس، منم و درس، کلی درسِ زندگیو یه حس حرص
منم و ترس، نقض، تند زدنِ نبض و استرس
منم و یه صدا که میگه سفت بمون و بهش برس
منم و درس، منم و درس، کلی درسِ زندگیو یه حس حرص (منم و درس)

ببین، کِسی که قراره مثلا توو سی سالگی جنده شه
چه فرقی میکنه از هیجده سالگی دادَنو شروع کُنه یا مثلا از بیست سالگی؟
توو حرمسرا با اعداد بازی میکنن که صورت مسئله رو پاک کنن
وگرنه هر کاری کنی و هروقت شروع کنی ته بازی همونه (ته بازی همونه، ته بازی همونه)

اِه، با پول و اسکناس سینه هارو وا کردن
با بی پولی ولی خب شومبول مارو بستن
صدتا عضله هست، از زیرِ پا تا گردن
ولی رو یکیش زومَن که نبینی بقیه رو اصلا (هِه)
دخترای مملکتو میشه با پا رفت توشون
کاری کردن که حتی زده شی از بوشون
پسرای مملکتو میگیرن نفت روشون
که بزنه بالا نازک شه اَبروشون
بس که فضا بسته بوده همه چیو توو کُص دیدن
بس که معلما بَدَن بچه ها همه کُص میخن
حقِ ما رو خوردن و بعد با پولمون پُز میدن
تا فشار روم نباشه که نمیکُنم دزدی من
میگفتم، حرمسرا خب حور و پری میخواد
میدونی حوری پری رو مانتو روسری میگاد
پس بیا زوریش کنیم ملت ازش زده شن
اون ورم که فیلم سوپر، بعد از ده شب
اوه اوه، جالب شد
آقای داروغه، داداش چقد کاسب شد؟
آمریکا بَده چرا بَچَت داره پاسِشو؟
چطو وسطِ شلوغی کرونا یهو غالب شد؟ خداییا!
حرمسرا رو ولش کن، تو بگو زایشگاه
بگو یه زندون و مام موشِ آزمایشگاه
واسه ی مخ زدن باس بری دانشگاه
درس و مدرسه کجاس؟ زیرِ تخمای شاه

منم و ترس، حبس، تند زدنِ نبض و استرس
منم و یه صدا که میگه سفت بمون و بهش برس
منم و درس، منم و درس- (زندگیو یه حس حرص، زندگیو یه حس حرص)
منم و ترس، حبس، تند زدنِ نبض و استرس
منم و یه صدا که میگه سفت بمون و بهش برس
منم و درس، منم و درس، کلی درسِ زندگیو یه حس حرص
منم و ترس

پس حرمسرا حقِ من است
زیرا که من بزرگ شده ی آنم
من بزرگ شده ی آنم
یک یک دو دو هشت
خلاص

Haramsara

I seek refuge in God from the accursed Satan
When love is about money,
Poor people are left alone, and the rich start thinking about a harem.
I wish you hadn't called me,
They start thinking about a harem.
I wish you hadn't called me, ugh.

Yeah, the world is a harem, but in this harem,
When it was full of whores, I would have made teachers out of the mornings.
You say جر, say torn, say war, I'm here.
We went everywhere alone, but they suddenly attacked, those bastards.
Don't stay a servant in this harem,
I was a child and my throat would quickly tighten up with tears.
Dad became an addict and left, then my uncle became a pervert.
We grew up, but his physique, well, it's still on my mind.
The owner of the harem was a raw sheikh, Khamenei.
He left the young people thirsty so they would get pregnant quickly.
When everything is expensive, a good deal boils up.
With poverty, traffic, and theft, they became the cause of smoke.
If there's no money, tell me, what good is your father, huh?
Well, in the world, how many are there like Arat, huh?
No matter how good you are, you'll die alone, so,
Otherwise, there are a hundred Lionel Messis in those small towns.

It's me and fear, imprisonment, rapid heartbeat, and stress.
It's me and a voice that says stay strong and get to it.
It's me and lessons, me and lessons, a lot of life lessons and a feeling of rage.
It's me and fear, violation, rapid heartbeat, and stress.
It's me and a voice that says stay strong and get to it.
It's me and lessons, me and lessons, a lot of life lessons and a feeling of rage (me and lessons).

Sometimes only death is the cure, listen carefully: only death.
But leaving requires a ticket more expensive than staying.
Sometimes those who stay didn't have the ticket or the ability to leave.
Otherwise, they would have gone, otherwise they would have gone.
It's me and deprivation, a thousand negative thoughts have crossed my mind.
It's gone up so much, my brain is so hot that I just want a harem.
It's me and the monster of darkness, it's me and ambiguity, it's me and the thought of Malika, Mona, and Elham.
My full waist is bursting out of my eyes, ugh.
I've seen so many platform breasts, well, I'm only from women.
My damned brain has become a harem itself.
On my page, I've only heard about pussies and women.
Here, even the bad guys are cunning assholes.
Look at the people, then, step on Islam.
You're only looking for sex, even on the phone.
Put blood in a glass then hide behind your beard.
In our city, anyone who becomes wise is killed.
The head of the harem, behaves like a gas pedal.
I've stalled so much that my breath has been cut off again.
Men are all banknotes, empty like Sasy.
Girls are all instant holes, always looking for storytelling.
Everyone is looking for a good ass, love of programs, love of cars.
It's not clear if you have a husband or are a whore, you have the right to be mistaken.
There's no love left here to wait in vain.
They won't even give you a job, donkey, if you're a little ugly.
Everywhere you go, you see a sick person at the post, yeah.
If you're not looking to give it up, then get lost, you cunt-licker.
If you rub well, you're popular, you're backward if you're modest.
But they themselves are the most backward, mindset, Seljuk era.

It's me and fear, imprisonment, rapid heartbeat, and stress.
It's me and a voice that says stay strong and get to it.
It's me and lessons, me and lessons, a lot of life lessons and a feeling of rage.
It's me and fear, violation, rapid heartbeat, and stress.
It's me and a voice that says stay strong and get to it.
It's me and lessons, me and lessons, a lot of life lessons and a feeling of rage (me and lessons).

It's me and four interconnected walls.
In front of me, it's like everything is dead inside.
It's me and a dry body, a stale fruit.
It's me and a bunch of big, shameless people.
It's me and the thought of signing at the police station.
See, there's not a bit of decency in you.
It's me and my rights not being given, and alienation.
It's me and a bunch of assholes, a bunch of love for fame.
This body of mine has no soul, come and blind my eyes too.
I don't have the balls to commit suicide, you force me to.
From morning till night, like night till morning.
All days are the same.
I complain like my mom, see when I'll cut these veins.
I'm disgusted by fun and games.
Life is a kind of forced shit.
It's like everyone has become empty.
Music is my only comfort.
I sleep during the days, but come and taste my flavor at night.
Draw two black horns on my picture in your album.
It's not clear what's wrong with me, it's not clear what my phase is.
Who put this combination together for me, I don't have the energy to build anymore.
Everyone who came, milked and disappeared, delete their number then say
You lost your phone, what a pity, oh man, that's not cool.
The image is repetitive every day, even my holiday brain farts.
Our nights are still cold, why does it still burn on New Year's Eve?

It's me and fear, imprisonment, rapid heartbeat, and stress.
It's me and a voice that says stay strong and get to it.
It's me and lessons, me and lessons, a lot of life lessons and a feeling of rage.
It's me and fear, violation, rapid heartbeat, and stress.
It's me and a voice that says stay strong and get to it.
It's me and lessons, me and lessons, a lot of life lessons and a feeling of rage (me and lessons).

Yes, I've seen from my own countrymen, slander, murder, and hypocrisy.
I've been stabbed by my own kind, not by foreigners.
From Islam, I've seen execution, whipping, coercion, and repetition.
From my own parents, I've seen divorce, war, and arrogance.
There is no honesty when there is familiarity.
This silence of mine is not out of consent (not consent).
Your heart is bleeding, your eyes are wet.
Your grief is nineteen, your cries are twenty.
I have breath, but there is no air.
There is no light in the nights.
I have a body, but there is no peace.
Nothing is like it used to be.
Heh, I've been writing poetry lately, my pen becomes an infidel.
Don't even mention the paper, it's full of cursing and insults to mothers.
Open your eyes and see clearly, how many people do you have with you?
It's full of cows around here, with the difference that here the cow bites you.
I was saying, a harem needs workers and slaves.
When they're broke, it fucks with the parents' and children's minds.
There's no brain left, you become an animal, theft is easier.
If you're naive, my dear, well, they'll easily take advantage of you.
The manager of the harem changes his mood every day.
Yeah, you've become dangerous because the views have gone up.
The harem's chef seems to have shit on the stove.
He's arranged weapons instead of instruments on the music shelf.
They've taken the sky, they've stormed the sea.
Laughter is dead here, all of Iran and Turan are cold.
The sheep of the flock all fall into the trap later.
They're afraid of the wolf, but the shepherd cuts their throats.
My heart is aching, fuck this judgment.
My hope was in the fire, so much for this last one.
With this situation, see, you have the right to be an infidel.
There's no news anymore from that motherland.

It's me and fear, imprisonment, rapid heartbeat, and stress.
It's me and a voice that says stay strong and get to it.
It's me and lessons, me and lessons, a lot of life lessons and a feeling of rage.
It's me and fear, violation, rapid heartbeat, and stress.
It's me and a voice that says stay strong and get to it.
It's me and lessons, me and lessons, a lot of life lessons and a feeling of rage (me and lessons).

Look, someone who's supposed to become a whore, say, at thirty,
What difference does it make if they start giving it up at eighteen or, say, at twenty?
In the harem, they play with numbers to erase the problem.
Otherwise, whatever you do and whenever you start, the end of the game is the same (the end of the game is the same, the end of the game is the same).

Ugh, with money and banknotes they opened up breasts.
But with poverty, well, they tied up our dicks.
There are a hundred muscles, from the bottom of the feet to the neck.
But they're zoomed in on one so you don't see the rest at all (heh).
You could walk into the country's girls with your feet.
They've made it so you're even disgusted by their smell.
They pour oil on the country's boys
So they rise up and their eyebrows get thin.
Because the atmosphere has been so closed, they've seen everything in pussies.
Because the teachers are bad, all the kids are fucking.
They eat our rights and then show off with our money.
If there's no pressure on me, I won't steal.
I was saying, a harem needs houris and fairies.
You know, a manteau and headscarf ruin a houri and a fairy.
So let's force it, let the people get tired of it.
On the other side, there are super movies after ten o'clock.
Oh oh, it got interesting.
Mr. Daroogheh, bro, how much business did you get?
America is bad, why does your kid have its passport?
How did it suddenly prevail in the midst of the Corona chaos? My God!
Forget the harem, you say maternity ward.
Say a prison and we're lab mice.
You have to go to university to pick up chicks.
Where are the lessons and school? Under the Shah's balls.

It's me and fear, imprisonment, rapid heartbeat, and stress.
It's me and a voice that says stay strong and get to it.
It's me and lessons, me and lessons- (life and a feeling of rage, life and a feeling of rage).
It's me and fear, imprisonment, rapid heartbeat, and stress.
It's me and a voice that says stay strong and get to it.
It's me and lessons, me and lessons, a lot of life lessons and a feeling of rage.
It's me and fear.

So the harem is my right.
Because I am raised by it.
I am raised by it.
One one two two eight.
The end.