Paroles et traduction Daniyal - Zamine Gorga

Zamine Gorga

برا رپ بوده همه اشكام
منو توو رپرایِ اين دهه نشمار
حقيقت اينه ولی نره پشمات
شروع كردم از اواخرِ دهه هشتاد
يهو هروئين طرفم شد
پا چشمام سياه شد و دهنم خشك
سرم رفت تو خشتكم و قلمم مرد
ولی ترك كردم تا كه نَرَم از گود
از بچگی نداشتم وقتِ تفريح
دنيا ميكردتم زنگ تفريح
پس، بهم بگو مردِ سختی
مدال شيرينِ چونكه سختِ تمرين
جا دویدن نزن هی حرف منفی
عينِ پيرمردهای دست به تسبيح
رام شدنيه حتی اسبِ وحشی
پس تكون بخور و بشو دست به تغيير
برا بردن لازمه * باختن
كه خوشبختانه من اين * داشتم
بايد جر بخوری از پشتِ باسن
بايد پررو وايسی پشتِ خواستن
هر شب ميكنم روی برگه تمرين
وقتی همه تو حاشيه ان و گرمِ تعريف
پس بدون حقمه يه روز
جهان فرود بياره سر به تعظيم
با اينكه تيرِ رفيقم توو پامه سر پام
مثل درخت پا ميشم من از خاك
طوری رپ ميكنم كه بريزه برگا
وقتي من ميرسم تو جمع همه برپا
مثل گرگ ميگرمت و با فكّم ميدرمت كم شه شرّت
تو اين شطرنج ميبرمت تق تق ميزنمت گرم شه تنت
با اينكه دسته خرابِ هميشه دستِ منه
* هر كی يه مصرعش به سمتِ منه
فقط بگو همينه قربان
باج ميگيرم ، مالِ منه زمينِ گرگها
توو مدرسه معلما زور ميگفتن
من چک زدم به دبيرِ قرآن
لخت شدم ديگه وقتِ پُورنِ
ميكروفونمو ميكنم تا دسته پشتِت
لفظ ميای؟ بازيه دست به مهره
من خودم با خودم توو جنگِ *
كلِّ مسيرم و تنهايی رفتم
زخمِ پاهام و تنها ميبستم
با دسته بد بازی كردم و
خشت به خشت خودم و بَنايی كردم
تُخس بودنم باعثِ رشدم شد
نيست به احدی پشتم قرص
هميشه دو تا پيشنهاد دارم
يه مشتم گلِ و يه مشتم كُلت
كار ميكردم با يه پيكان قرضی
جفتی با اوس كريم پيمان بستيم
قلمم خوب شد و ورسام ترخيص
يه آلبوم دادم تهران لرزيد
نيستم آدم كم خواستن
باج نميدم و ميكنم من كت باز رپ
تو رگهام خونِ فرماندست
نميكنم هيچجوره عين سرباز جنگ
با اينكه تيرِ رفيقم توو پامه سر پام
مثل درخت پا ميشم من از خاك
طوری رپ ميكنم كه بريزه برگا
وقتي من ميرسم تو جمع همه برپا
مثل گرگ ميگرمت و با فكّم ميدرمت كم شه شرّت
تو اين شطرنج ميبرمت تق تق ميزنمت گرم شه تنت
با اينكه دسته خرابِ هميشه دستِ منه
* هر كی يه مصرعش به سمتِ منه
از فيس و استيلش ميگيره خندت
وقتي ميگن چي گوش ميدی ميگه رپ نه
خب می خواد بياد رو بورس اينه ترفند
بی هنرِ بنجلِ چيپِ احمق
اون مجری دوزاری كه ميگه از رپ
من و ببينه كه ريده از ترس
قول ميدم تا وقتی ميزنه نبضم
مثل الماس ميدرخشم
اين سوالرو ميشه حل كرد
كه چرا داره وجدانت ميشه اذيت
وقتی برا رپكن اجرأ ميشه حسرت
منم اسلحه م قلمِ، تيرِ هر خط
ماها نرفتيم زيرِ پرچم
سرپاييم توویِ طبقه ی زيرِ همكف
همه سبكها بايد بيان زيرِ سبكم
وقتی لطفِ مردم هست زيرِ عكسم
تو كه ترحم ميكني ديگه بدتر
نوك خلافی ميره كلّت
خلاصه كه اينه مطلب
باج به شغال نميده كه شيرِ جنگل
چرا توپِ ما فقط ميره زيره جدول
به قرآن نميگيری چيه حرفم
پولِ امثال من تویِ جيبتن نقد
من توو حسرت اجرأم گيره حقّم
با اينكه تيرِ رفيقم توو پامه سر پام
مثل درخت پا ميشم من از خاك
طوری رپ ميكنم كه بريزه برگا
وقتي من ميرسم تو جمع همه برپا
مثل گرگ ميگرمت و با فكّم ميدرمت كم شه شرّت
تو اين شطرنج ميبرمت تق تق ميزنمت گرم شه تنت
با اينكه دسته خرابِ هميشه دستِ منه
* هر كی يه مصرعش به سمتِ منه

Wolf's Land

All my tears have been for rap
Don't count me among this decade's rappers
The truth is, but don't let it blow your mind
I started in the late 2000s
Suddenly, heroin came my way
My eyes blackened and my mouth dried
My head went into my pants and my pen died
But I quit so I wouldn't leave the game
Since childhood, I had no time for fun
The world used to make me its laughing stock
So, call me a tough man
A sweet medal because the training is hard
Don't talk negative while running
Like old men with prayer beads
Even a wild horse can be tamed
So move your ass and make a change
To win, you need * to lose
Fortunately, I had this *
You have to get fucked from behind
You have to stand up boldly behind wanting
I practice on paper every night
When everyone is on the sidelines and busy praising
So one day it's my right
The world should bow its head in submission
Even though my friend's bullet is in my leg, I'm on my feet
Like a tree, I rise from the ground
I rap in a way that makes the leaves fall
When I arrive, everyone in the crowd stands up
Like a wolf, I grab you and tear you with my jaw, let your evil diminish
In this chess game, I beat you, tap-tap, I hit you, let your body heat up
Even though the bad hand is always in my hand
* Everyone's verse is directed at me
Just say that's it, sir
I take ransom, the wolf's land is mine
Teachers used to force us in school
I slapped the Quran teacher
I got naked, it's porn time
I stick my microphone up to the handle behind you
Do you pronounce? It's a game of chess
I'm at war with myself
I walked the whole path alone
I bandaged my wounds alone
I played with a bad hand and
I built myself brick by brick
My rudeness caused my growth
My back is not strong against anyone
I always have two suggestions
A handful of flowers and a handful of guns
I worked with a borrowed Paykan
We made a pact with Uncle Karim
My pen got better and my verses were released
I released an album and Tehran shook
I am not a person of little desire
I don't pay ransom and I rap openly
The blood of a commander runs in my veins
I don't do it like a soldier in war
Even though my friend's bullet is in my leg, I'm on my feet
Like a tree, I rise from the ground
I rap in a way that makes the leaves fall
When I arrive, everyone in the crowd stands up
Like a wolf, I grab you and tear you with my jaw, let your evil diminish
In this chess game, I beat you, tap-tap, I hit you, let your body heat up
Even though the bad hand is always in my hand
* Everyone's verse is directed at me
You laugh at his face and style
When they ask what he listens to, he says not rap
Well, he wants to be popular, that's the trick
Talentless, cheap, stupid jerk
That two-bit host who talks about rap
He sees me and shits himself in fear
I promise as long as my pulse beats
I will shine like a diamond
This question can be solved
Why is your conscience being bothered
When there's regret for the rapper's performance
My weapon is my pen, every line is a bullet
We didn't go under the flag
We stand on the floor below the ground floor
All styles should come under my style
When people's favor is under my picture
You who pity are worse
The tip of the offense goes to your gun
In short, this is the point
The king of the jungle doesn't pay ransom to the jackal
Why does our ball only go under the curb
I swear you don't get what I'm saying
The money of people like me is in your pocket, cash
I'm stuck in the longing for my performance, my right is stuck
Even though my friend's bullet is in my leg, I'm on my feet
Like a tree, I rise from the ground
I rap in a way that makes the leaves fall
When I arrive, everyone in the crowd stands up
Like a wolf, I grab you and tear you with my jaw, let your evil diminish
In this chess game, I beat you, tap-tap, I hit you, let your body heat up
Even though the bad hand is always in my hand
* Everyone's verse is directed at me