Paroles et traduction Ebi - Fasle Bigharari

Fasle Bigharari

دست منو راحت بگیر که فصل بی قراریه
حافظههای ما پُر از پیام اضطراریه
عکسی که از ما میگیرن با دوربینِ شکاریه
اینم برای هر دومون یه عکس یادگاریه
به لطف این شکنجهها سکوت ما صدا نشد
درست به پای سفرهها نماز که قضا نشد
یه عمر ِ روی پوستمون گریه رو تاول میکنن
جدولای خیابونُ با خون ِ ما حل میکنن
توو این همه عذاب و درد بذار بمونه فاصله
از رگ ِ جاده یه روزی میپاشه خون ِ فاصله
صدای خاطراتمون هنوز توی گوش ِ منه
تو حسرتت این زخمیکه وا مونده آغوش منه
وا مونده آغوش منه
دست منو راحت بگیر که فصل بی قراریه
حافظههای ما پُر از پیام اضطراریه
عکسی که از ما میگیرن با دوربینِ شکاریه
اینم برای هر دومون یه عکس یادگاریه
به لطف این شکنجهها سکوت ما صدا نشد
درست به پای سفرهها نماز که قضا نشد
یه عمر ِ روی پوستمون گریه رو تاول میکنن
جدولای خیابونُ با خون ِ ما حل میکنن
توو این همه عذاب و درد بذار بمونه فاصله
از رگ ِ جاده یه روزی میپاشه خون ِ فاصله
صدای خاطراتمون هنوز توی گوش ِ منه
تو حسرتت این زخمیکه وا مونده آغوش منه
وا مونده آغوش منه

Wandering Apart

Take my hand, for it is the season of restlessness
Our memories are filled with emergency messages
The picture they take of us is with a hunting camera
This is also a keepsake for us both
Thanks to this torture, our silence has not become a sound
Right at the foot of the dinner table, the prayer has not been missed
For a lifetime, they have turned our skin into blisters with their crying
They solve the street grids with our blood
In all this agony and pain, let there be a gap
From the veins of the road, the blood of separation will one day burst forth
The sound of our memories is still in my ears
In your longing, this wound that remains is my embrace
My embrace remains
Take my hand, for it is the season of restlessness
Our memories are filled with emergency messages
The picture they take of us is with a hunting camera
This is also a keepsake for us both
Thanks to this torture, our silence has not become a sound
Right at the foot of the dinner table, the prayer has not been missed
For a lifetime, they have turned our skin into blisters with their crying
They solve the street grids with our blood
In all this agony and pain, let there be a gap
From the veins of the road, the blood of separation will one day burst forth
The sound of our memories is still in my ears
In your longing, this wound that remains is my embrace
My embrace remains