Paroles et traduction Ebi - Man Agar Khoda Boodam

Man Agar Khoda Boodam

من اگه خدا بودم شهر بم هرگز نمی لرزید
نیمه شب اون غنچه ی نوزاد از نگاه مرگ نمی ترسید
من اگه خدا بودم مادرهای دجله ی خونین نمی مردند
از فرات سرخ آلوده ، نو عروسها ماهی مرده نمی خوردند
من اگه خدا بودم دخترهای اورشلیم و غزه و صیدا
جای حکم تیر و نارنجک ،ترانه می نوشتند روی دیوارها
هر کسی جای خدا بود ،شاهد این روزگار و این زمین زار
دسته کم معجزه ای می کرد برای بچه های بی کس و بیمار
اگه کفره کلام من ، یکی حرفی بگه بهتر
وگرنه بازی واژه نمی بازم من کافر
صدای زنگ بی رحمی سر هر کوچه و برزن
به گریه میرسه از درد دل سنگ و دل آهن
اگه دیوار کجی ها رفته بالا تا ثریا
دست معمار خدا بود خشت اول من و ما
چه عیبی داشت اگه فردا جهان بهتر از این می شد
خدا میرفت و یک مادر پرستار زمین می شد
اگه کفره کلام من ، یکی حرفی بگه بهتر
وگرنه بازی واژه نمی بازم من کافر
صدای زنگ بی رحمی سر هر کوچه و برزن
به گریه میرسه از درد دل سنگ و دل آهن
من اگه خدا بودم شهر بم هرگز نمی لرزید

If I Were God

If I were God, the city of Bam would never have trembled
That midnight, the infant buds would not have feared the gaze of death
If I were God, the mothers of the bloody Tigris would not have died
From the red-polluted Euphrates, young brides would not have eaten dead fish
If I were God, the daughters of Jerusalem, Gaza, and Sidon
Instead of bullets and grenades, they would have written songs on the walls
Anyone in God's place, witnessing this day and this wasteland
Would have at least performed a miracle for the orphaned and sick children
If my words are blasphemy, let someone speak better
Otherwise, I will not lose this game of words, I, the infidel
The sound of ruthless bells at every corner and street
Makes the hearts of stone and iron weep with pain
If crooked walls have risen to the heavens
The hand of God the architect was present in the first brick of me and us
What was the harm if tomorrow the world were better than this
God would leave, and a mother would become the nurse of the Earth
If my words are blasphemy, let someone speak better
Otherwise, I will not lose this game of words, I, the infidel
The sound of ruthless bells at every corner and street
Makes the hearts of stone and iron weep with pain
If I were God, the city of Bam would never have trembled