Paroles et traduction Bahram - Khiyaboon - Persian Rap Music

Khiyaboon - Persian Rap Music

کف اسفالت صافه ولي ترک داره ، مثل دل منه که غمارو يدک داره
اينجا قوانيني داره که بي تبصرس ، نگاها شليک ميشه بهت از قرض
ممکنه ارزوهات توي حباب بمونن ، تاوقتي سنگ قبرتو با گلاب بشورن
اينجا غريب نوازن به طرز فجيعي ، اگه تک بپري ميگيرتت ترس عجيبي
مهمترين چيز اينه تو بايد زنده بموني ،
ولي ما اون گوشه واساديم و تشنه به خونيم
سعي کن سرت پايين باشه راه و صاف بري
، چون لاشخوره پشت سرت منتظره گاف بدي
بزار قلم بچرخه بخونه هنجره ، خيابون مثل يه خونس بدون پنجره
وقتي وارد شدي نگاهي به بيرون نداري ، پس ياد بگير که بمونه سنگ دلت
داره بازم ميگذره همه لحظه هاي من توي خيابون
اگه مثه مايي از جنس مايي پس بيا توش
همين بوده قبلم همينم مي مونه تا ابد زندگي
يعني بمونيم تا بميريم ما توي خيابون
ميدوني تعبير ميشه اينجا تفريح به چي؟ اين که برد قمارو به طرف تبريک بگي
واسه پول تب داري ولي کو دواي تبت ،
فقط هول ميدي بيرون کمي دود از لاي لبت
که بيخيال باشي زمان بگذره بيشتر ، اوج خندت ميشه يکسره ريشخند
يهو يکي مياد ميگه خنجر پشتمه ، رو صورتش جاي 5 انگشتمه
همه چي ميريزه به هم رسمش اينه ، بي توجه به اين که يارو دستش چيه
اگه به ماها بندازن يه نظر همه ، ميبينن تو جمعمون هر روز يه نفر کمه
اين هستو رسمه پسته نسله منه نگو ، بس کن رزمو از خود دست به قمه باز
منو ميبيني و ميگي چه بي رحمي تو ، تا نباشي تو جمع ما نميفهمي خوب
داره بازم ميگذره همه لحظه هاي من توي خيابون
اگه مثه مايي از جنس مايي پس بيا توش
همين بوده قبلم همينم مي مونه تا ابد زندگي
يعني بمونيم تا بميريم ما توي خيابون
دل خوشه به قدم زدن زير نمنم بارون ،
شايد بتونه بشوره يه کم از دغدغه هامون
چون که زندگي نه به بار نه به دار وقتي
که ، دورو ورت نه حصاره نه صداي فردي که
بگه برو جلو من پشت واسادم ، پس زنده ميمونم اگه خوش شانس باشم
تا چشم زديم ما ديديم که شديم ، جاي ننه بابا اسفالت و بغل کنيم
من بچه ي خيابونا نيستم ولي ، خيابونا بچه منو نيست کمترين
احتمالي که من بچمو ترک کنم ، تو تو اشتباهي هر شبو سر کنم
به همين رسم اشنا با سنت قديم ، که خيابون داره رو قلم قدرت عجيب
عادت ميکني وقتي که هرشب توش پا
بزاري ، اسم ماها تاابد ميمونه روش يادگاري
داره بازم ميگذره همه لحظه هاي من توي خيابون
اگه مثه مايي از جنس مايي پس بيا توش
همين بوده قبلم همينم مي مونه تا ابد زندگي
يعني بمونيم تا بميريم ما توي خيابون

Khiyaboon - Persian Rap Music

The asphalt is smooth but cracked, like my heart that carries sorrow.
Here, there are rules without reasoning, gazes shoot at you with scorn.
Your dreams might stay trapped in a bubble, until your gravestone is washed with rosewater.
They don't welcome strangers here, in a cruel way, if you stand out, a strange fear will grip you.
The most important thing is that you survive,
but we stand in that corner, thirsty for blood.
Try to keep your head down, walk a straight path,
because the vultures behind you are waiting for you to slip up.
Let the pen spin, let the throat sing, the street is like a house without windows.
When you enter, you have no view of the outside, so learn to keep your heart hardened.
Again, all my moments are passing in the street.
If you're like us, from our kind, then come join us.
This is how it was before, this is how life will remain forever.
Meaning, we stay until we die in the street.
Do you know what they call fun here? It's when you congratulate the other on winning the gamble.
You're feverish for money, but where's the cure for your fever,
you just push out some smoke from between your lips.
To forget, let time pass by more, your laughter becomes a constant mockery.
Suddenly someone comes and says the dagger is in my back, the mark of my five fingers on his face.
Everything falls apart, that's the way it is, regardless of what the guy has in his hand.
If everyone takes a look at us, they'll see that every day there's one less person in our group.
This is the way it is, it's the pistachio generation, my generation, don't say stop the fight, open your hand from the dagger again.
You see me and say how cruel you are, until you're in our group, you won't understand well.
Again, all my moments are passing in the street.
If you're like us, from our kind, then come join us.
This is how it was before, this is how life will remain forever.
Meaning, we stay until we die in the street.
The heart is happy to walk under the drizzle,
maybe it can wash away some of our worries.
Because life neither burdens nor hangs when
there's no wall around you, nor the voice of someone who
says go ahead, I'm standing behind you, so I'll survive if I'm lucky.
Before we knew it, we became someone who hugs the asphalt instead of our parents.
I'm not a child of the streets, but
the streets are not less than my child.
The least likely thing is for me to leave my child, you're mistaken to spend every night
with this familiar tradition, that the street has a strange power on the pen.
You get used to it when you step in it every night, our names will remain on it as a souvenir forever.
Again, all my moments are passing in the street.
If you're like us, from our kind, then come join us.
This is how it was before, this is how life will remain forever.
Meaning, we stay until we die in the street.