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Inja Irane - Persian Rap Music

اینجا ایرانه یه گربه ی هفت هزارساله
که زندست تاوقتی که نفت خام داره .
اینجا چهارفصله ولی تو دل مردمش
فقط برف زمستونو سرمایه داره
اینجا آیینه ها تو رو به تو نشون نمیدن
ببین گربه منو به کجا کشونده میگم
مردم همه توی رویاهاشون قدم میزنن
تقدیرو واسه همدیگه رقم میزنن
اینجا چوبه ی داره تنبیه انحراف
واژه ی تظاهره معنی احترام
اینجا آبرو سی دی تو دسته بچته
چیزی که دستتو بگیره دست حسرته
اینجا دین من توجیه کثافت کاریه منه
تو یه مجرمیو حکم اسارت دادی به تنت
چی دوست داری بشنوی از این بشر
خواهر روسری سرت کن که من تحریک نشم
اینجا صف اول نماز پست و مقامه
علم و تجربه رو از بین برده روابط
اینجا ریش بذار یقه ببند کارت رو غلتکه
خنجرو غلاف کن بشو وارد تو محلکه
اینجاگفتن حقیقتم جواز نداره
اونقدر مشکل داری که واست حواس نذاره
اینجا بچه ی 10ساله قمه به دسته
مرض غرب زدگیه حالا زده به نسله
اینجا خاک اجداد منه ایران من
داره هر روز بازم میشه ویرانه تر
چرا عادت داری بالاسرت شلاق باشه ؟
وقتی ستاره ای نداری تو شبهات آره
بنویس با خون مردم بی ستاره
بنویس از جوونی که زندانو پیشه داره
بنویس عاقبت ماها در به درییه
اینجا ایرانه گربه ی قلب زمینه
اینجا زندگی نمیکنن نفس میکشن
طعم خون برادرو از رو هوس میچشن
اینجا مادربزرگامون قصه نمیگن
آخه بچه ها دیگه ته قصه رسیدن
اینجا منتو به تلاش ترجیح میدن
سر صندلی تو مترو هم درگیر میشن
اینجا گوش های مردم شعار پرستن
به هم میگن پیدا نمیکنی تو هارتر از من!
آخه تفریح سالم جوونا سیگاریه
دخترو زمین زدن از روی بیکاریه
اینجا ایرانه و از بالا خشگله همین
توش که بیای یه چیزایی هست مشکله نگی
اینجا جای بحثای سیاسی فقط تو تاکسیه
مهندس مملکتم پشت دخل واکسیه
اینجا نابغه هامون همشون بورسیه تو غربن
نخوانم برن مجبورن راضی بشن قلبن
اینجا هرکی به خودش میگیره ژست سرباز
حتی پرنده ها هم ندارن حس پرواز
اینجا واسه ی خودش داره هر کی قبله ای
کسی فکر تو نیست تا وقتی زنده ای
کناره هر راه راست هزار تا بیراهه هستش
آینده ای نداری چون ایران بیمار نسلش
تا بخوای بجنبی پشتیا زیرت میکنن
خیلی راحت سختیا پیرت میکنن
چشمای منه بازم میشه از غم خیس
قلمو میندازم توانی تو دستم نیست
فقط با رفتن راه میشه به جایی رسید
اینجا واسه رسیدن راهی جز رفتن نیست
اینجا خاک اجداد منه ایران من
داره هر روز بازم میشه ویرانه تر
چرا عادت داری بالاسرت شلاق باشه ؟
وقتی ستاره ای نداری تو شبهات آره
بنویس با خون مردم بی ستاره
بنویس از جوونی که زندانو پیشه داره
بنویس عاقبت ماها در به درییه
اینجا ایرانه گربه ی قلب زمینه
برگرفته شده از bahramofficial.blog.ir

Here is Iran - Persian Rap Music

This is Iran, a seven-thousand-year-old cat,
Alive as long as it has crude oil.
It has four seasons, but in the hearts of its people,
Only the winter snow holds value.
Here, mirrors don't show you yourself,
See where my cat has led me, I say.
People all walk in their dreams,
They write each other's destinies.
Here, the gallows are punishment for deviation,
The word "protest" means respect.
Here, honor is a CD in your child's hand,
Something that will hold your hand is regret.
Here, my religion is the justification for my filth,
You're a criminal, and you've sentenced your body to captivity.
What do you want to hear from this human?
Sister, cover your head with a scarf so I won't be tempted.
Here, the first row of prayer is position and rank,
Science and experience have been destroyed by relationships.
Here, grow a beard, button up your collar, your work is on a roll,
Sheathe your dagger and enter the battlefield.
Here, speaking the truth doesn't have a permit,
You have so many problems that you don't have the attention for it.
Here, a 10-year-old child has a knife in his hand,
The disease of westernization has now hit the generation.
This is the land of my ancestors, my Iran,
It's becoming more and more ruined every day.
Why are you used to having a whip above your head?
When you have no stars in your nights, yes.
Write with the blood of people without stars,
Write about the young man who has a prison as a profession.
Write that our fate is homelessness,
This is Iran, the cat with a heart of the earth.
Here, they don't live, they breathe,
They taste the blood of their brother out of desire.
Here, our grandmothers don't tell stories,
Because the children have already reached the end of the story.
Here, they prefer begging to effort,
They even fight over a seat on the subway.
Here, people's ears worship slogans,
They tell each other, you won't find anyone more hardcore than me!
Because the healthy pastime of young people is smoking,
Putting a girl down is out of boredom.
This is Iran, and it's beautiful from above, that's all.
When you come in, there are some things that are a problem, don't say it.
Here, the place for political discussions is only in a taxi,
The engineer of my country is behind the shoe shine stand.
Here, our geniuses are all on scholarships in the West,
If they don't want to go, they are forced to agree in their hearts.
Here, everyone takes on the pose of a soldier,
Even the birds don't feel like flying.
Here, everyone has their own Qibla,
Nobody thinks about you while you're alive.
There are a thousand wrong paths next to every right path,
You have no future because Iran is sick with its generation.
As soon as you want to move, the people behind you will bring you down,
Hardships will age you very easily.
My eyes are wet with sadness again,
I throw down my pen, there is no strength in my hands.
Only by leaving can you get somewhere,
Here, there is no way to reach except by leaving.
This is the land of my ancestors, my Iran,
It's becoming more and more ruined every day.
Why are you used to having a whip above your head?
When you have no stars in your nights, yes.
Write with the blood of people without stars,
Write about the young man who has a prison as a profession.
Write that our fate is homelessness,
This is Iran, the cat with a heart of the earth.
Taken from bahramofficial.blog.ir