Paroles et traduction Bahram - Namei Be Raees Jomhoor

Namei Be Raees Jomhoor

واقعا مشکل مردم ما الآن شکل موي بچه هاي ماست؟
خب بچه هاي ما دوست دارن موشون و هر جوري بزنن به من و تو چه ربطي داره
دولت بايد بياد اقتصاد رو سامان بده.فضاي کشور و آرامش ببخشه
امنيت رواني ايجاد کنه.پشتيباني بکنه از مردم
يعني الآن مشکل مهمه جوانهاي ما اينه که مدل موشون و چه جوري بزنن و دولت هم نميذاره!
الآن مشکل کشور ما اينه که مثلا فلان دختر ما فلان لباس رو پوشيد؟!
الآن مشکل کشور ما اينه؟ يعني مشکل مردم ما اينه؟!
مي خوام روشني عقده مو خاموش کنم
ولي نمي تونم حرفاتو فراموش کنم
وقتي قلم و کاغذم توي دست من بود
پس مي نويسم نامه اي به رئيس جمهور
با عرض سلام خدمت رئيس جمهور محترم
واسه گفتن حرف مي شمرم فرصت و مغتنم
تو که گوش مي کني به حرف هر سليقه اي
ميشه وقتتو به من بدي چند دقيقه اي؟
من نگرانم واسه تاريخ تحريف شده
واسه مغز جوونايي که تحريک شده
درد ما دوا نشد دکتر مملکت
که شعارهاتونم بدتر به ماها حمله کرد
مخم بيداره ولي ترجيح ميدم باشه تو خواب
تا اينکه سينه م بشه سنگ قبر آرزوهام
عمر من رفت به درک واسه نسل بعد
مي خونم مثل اينکه فعلا به ما وصله درد
وصله کرد تيکه غم و بس که من
مي بينم نابغه هامون هم شدن مست گرد
هيچ وقت تصور نمي کردم بشيم اينطوري
که داشته باشيم ميليونها جوون دين گريز
ملت خلاف مي کنن تا برن زندون واسه جاي خواب
خيليا وقتي مردن عکسشون بدرقه نشد با يه قاب
مي دونم حرفهاي من مي خوره تش به بن بست
ملت ميرن مسجد هنوز تا کفش بدزدن
به خدا اين همه ادعا نيشخند داره
ايران صادر مي کنه دختر 18 ساله
رو زمين نشستي فکر کردي که اوج .پس
اميد من به نجات در حد معجزه ست
تو خودت خوب ميدوني چقدر شده درگيري زياد
به خدا قرآن روي طاقچه گردگيري ميخواد
فقط شعار که دنبالش هستي فقط تو.ما
بشينيم قرآن به دست بکنيم فقط دعا
سند حرف منه چهره سطح شهر
يه چرخ بزن تو دوي نصفه شب به بعد
نفس بکش اين آسفالته که بوي خون ميده
دقت کن يه جوون اون گوشه داره جون ميده
مي خوام روشني عقده مو خاموش کنم
ولي نمي تونم حرفاتو فراموش کنم
وقتي قلم و کاغذم توي دست من بود
پس مي نويسم نامه اي به رئيس جمهور
تو گفتي دولت من دولت آرامشه
که ذهن مردم واسه حمايتت آماده شه
وسعت فکر منه از خزر تا خليج فارس
نمي خوام از من بگيرنش بشه دريچه باز
براي بد شدن اوضاع و براي جنگ
حرفش مال توه عواقبش براي من
هنوزم بهت زدم و نشستم من به حيرت
که چرا جاي خون نيکوتينه توي رگ غيرت
کاش که منم محافظ داشتم که دورم واي ميستادن و دم ميزدم از امنيت
ولي خيليا دنبالم هستن الآن که من و بگيرن يا که در رم از دست کلان
که اينم شده زنده بودن
حرفامو تموم مي کنم مي توني قبولش کني
يا با گرفتنم ظاهرا تمومش کني
ولي بدون اگه بگيرم حتي خوي حيوون
قلمم با قدرت مي چرخه حتي توي زندون
مي خوام روشني عقده مو خاموش کنم
ولي نمي تونم حرفاتو فراموش کنم
وقتي قلم و کاغذم توي دست من بود
پس مي نويسم نامه اي به رئيس جمهور

A Letter to the President

Is the real problem of our people really the hairstyle of our youth?
Well, our young people like to style their hair any way they want, what does it have to do with us?
The government should come and fix the economy, bring peace to the country
Create psychological security. Support the people
So now the main problem of our youth is how to style their hair and the government won't let them!
Is the problem of our country now that, for example, our daughter wore such and such clothes?!
Is this the problem of our country now? I mean, is this the problem of our people?!
I want to extinguish the light of my hair complex
But I can't forget your words
When my pen and paper were in my hands
So I'm writing a letter to the president
With greetings to the honorable president
I consider the opportunity to speak as precious
You who listen to the words of every taste
Can you give me a few minutes of your time?
I'm worried about the distorted history
For the minds of young people who have been provoked
Our pain was not cured, doctor of the country
That your slogans also attacked us worse
My brain is awake, but I prefer it to be asleep
Instead of my chest becoming the tombstone of my dreams
My life went to hell for the next generation
I sing as if pain is attached to us for now
I patched a piece of sorrow and that's it
I see our geniuses have also become drunk
I never imagined we would be like this
That we would have millions of young people who are irreligious
People break the law to go to jail for a place to sleep
Many people when they died, their photos were not sent off with a frame
I know my words hit a dead end
People still go to the mosque to steal shoes
By God, all these claims are ridiculous
Iran exports 18-year-old girls
You sat on the ground, you thought it was the peak. So
My hope for salvation is at the level of a miracle
You know very well how much conflict has increased
By God, the Quran on the shelf needs dusting
Only slogans that you are after, only you. We
Let's sit down with the Quran in hand and just pray
The proof of my words is the face of the city level
Take a spin in the middle of the night
Breathe this asphalt that smells of blood
Pay attention, a young man is dying in that corner
I want to extinguish the light of my hair complex
But I can't forget your words
When my pen and paper were in my hands
So I'm writing a letter to the president
You said my government is a government of peace
That people's minds are ready to support you
My mind is vast from the Caspian Sea to the Persian Gulf
I don't want them to take it from me and become an open window
For the situation to get worse and for war
The words are yours, the consequences are mine
I still hit you and sat in amazement
Why is nicotine in the vein of zeal instead of blood?
I wish I had a bodyguard who would stand around me and talk about security
But many people are after me now to arrest me or to escape from the big ones
That this has become living
I finish my words, you can accept it
Or you can apparently end it by taking me
But know that if I even get the nature of an animal
My pen rotates with power even in prison
I want to extinguish the light of my hair complex
But I can't forget your words
When my pen and paper were in my hands
So I'm writing a letter to the president